| The meter will not wait for me
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| Nursing tomorrow where it doesn’t belong
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| I will blow the hours, waste them in time
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| I will fill the vacancy with excuses for a better opportunity
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| In line for the perfect moments
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| I will cover myself in disarray
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| I will over cherish my subroutine by fear of change
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| Crippling my every day
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| Time will not wait
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| Hold back for me
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| To grant myself permission
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| To decide
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| My stinginess with taking risks
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| Is costing me a high personal price
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| Facing any probable mistake
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| I will change sidewalk
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| I don’t fall, I don’t bruise
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| I surrendered before even trying to lead my own effort
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| I’m a coward, I place my fate, my fate in the hands of God
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| Will time pick up the few broken regrets
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| And bring me back all the chances I missed
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| I will hold tight the moment until all becomes flawless
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| The days, the years have so quickly disappeared
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| The dust, the stench of the flaws
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| I can’t face, I rather look in the emptiness
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| For a comforting hollow thought
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| Absorbed in my own routine
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| Floating in my empty shell
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| I won’t dare, but smile with the sads
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| And hold back for time to bring me the end |