yesterday, my wourld crashed with a blast. that period i chose to
bury my past. it tells of time-my back against the wall. back
then, a victim of society to maul. spend your life pushing and

shoving to climb to the top but youre held by a thread. all the
work youve dont goes to waste because in this life you just cant
get ahead. again myy world came tumbling hard upon my back. life

sifted through my hands like sand through an hourglass. it tells
of time i'll never recapture. the grains controlling my life
scarred me forever. so this is how it goes-you give with no

return. youre always underotwed-cant get ahea