My Time Won't Let Me.
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As each day pass,
and I grow old so fast;
I see love as it escapes -
from my beating heart.
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Sat in front
of my picture frame
with a paint brush,
and as the time goes by
I can't make it up.
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Feel like I just can't make it enough.
Give myself enough time
to finish up.
At this rate,
because I'm losing this race;
and I've lost my belief in fate.
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The idea I might
get to,
see what's beyond the gates;
of a place where people pray
that one day they may
one day
come and stay,
but as for me where heaven waits.
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Would never condone my mistakes,
so left with my only hopes
that someway
I can make mine I have left -
all the best,
with all eyes on my precious destiny.
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I have to think that possibly,
that there's no such thing
as anything -
out there that's not for me,
and the idea that time
won't let me be.
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