When pretending lends a helping hand we hold it close, so close, and never let it go.
Then, the pen begins to write the story with an end that bends right out of our control.
How did we get so jaded? I don’t know,
Was it the white lies feeding our egos?
I never valued minutes I burned through.
Is that just how it goes?
Seconds I wasted, I was fixated,
You’re devastated, sorry to say,
I can’t fix it, is this where I give in?
I’m falling through the hourglass,
And I don’t think I’ll ever make it back,
So I throw stones at walls I’ll never climb,
Victim to the sands of time,
Falling through the hourglass,
where - ahol
wasted - elpazarolt
walls - falak
victim - áldozat
write - ír
valued - értékes
throw - dobás
through - keresztül
still - még mindig
sorry - sajnálom
seconds - másodperc
story - sztori