time
time stopped ticking
life goes on
what's the point of asking why?
when's my time to die
is its near or is it far
I wonder alot
but time goes one
even if your heart stoppes beating.
life goes on
what's the point of asking why?
when's my time to die
is its near or is it far
I wonder alot
but time goes one
even if your heart stoppes beating.
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