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When you realize you wasted time on someone who wouldn't even send a minute thinking about you.
It's true clocks tick forward but if I could I would move the hands back in time.
Pause and rewind.
Go back to when you played me and find my mistakes
Even though I fell to deep and lost track of time
Sips of sweet wine and sour leaves
Are you attracted to me
I was in limbo
I had no perception of where to go
how much time I had left to track the path in which I should flow
I still remember those ticks I would get when I hands touched when we traded pens
And the tocks of your watch when I held your hands
