Its funny how time slips like sand,
and lifes situations get out of hand.
The sands heat up and turn to glass,
and now the problems just wont pass.
And alone in the glass you'll find me,
And I'll pray you'll be the diamond to cut me free.
But I'll hold my breath because theres not much here,
I'll say my words as a whisper in your ear.
I cant say much before the air runs thin,
And Death picks up the Violin.
He plays Sad Romance as I decay,
We could've stopped this yesterday.
But we stayed petty and turned our backs,
And now the seal is stamped with wax.
I've signed my name and sealed my fate,
And anxiously awaited this very day.
I promised you the world and now it's yours,
Hopefully this will settle the score.
My eyes are faded and my dreams are dead,
And millions of words were left unsaid.
Isn't it funny how time slipped like sand,
And our undying love got dealt deaths hand...