Hey, can you hear me now? This second has come and gone. All that remains is a memory. And memories surely fade as time goes on.
Breath in deep. Fill your lungs. How can a breath be saved? It is used and exhaled. So is the past paved.
Tomorrow a dream, To whom does control tomorrow?Who can? For tomorrow has come and gone. Yet not as you plan.
Take each second Hold it for soon the second has passed. As must each day. Yet when time has gone, it's gone, nothing last.
Except the memories, some good, some bad. Yet new memories are made. And with time that past will fade,
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