Time keeps slipping though my hands
Trying to hold on to each grain of sand
It never occurred to me I could let go
Can't see the world from this window
Why am I wondering what is real?
So far from what seemed ideal
Laugh it off and scrape my plate
I'm far from winning if this is a debate
And all I wanted was someone to hold
Eyes to look into as we grow old
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