Weeks don't seem to make sense to me,
Months pass like the wind without any notice.
This year, girl, ain't been kind lately;
Pain is hitting me not fast, but slowly.
Driving so reckless, but crashing swiftly,
Finding myself with a new scar every day on my body.
I was young then, it only took days to heal;
Nowadays it lasts long, and definitely needs a pill.
Opening the Bible, but never turning pages,
Staring at the verse, but never feeling it in.
I have loved and lost, but never felt a bit.
Wasted time and ages, didn't take a second to sit,
Living my young years untired
For what is life without a memory, a story that's sad?
For what is life without a purpose, question with out answer
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