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 - onde
wasted - desperdiçado
walls - paredes
victim - vítima
write - escreva
valued - valorizado
throw - lançar
through - através
still - ainda
sorry - desculpa
seconds - segundos
story - história