Tad
Gouge
Time always slips awayCurls up at age, and colors fadeGlossy paintings, wall to doorSize of the moment makes me feel so smallI'm not waiting for a changeI'm not waiting for a changeCan't feel passing daysThere's a feeling that always staysWarm memories, clutched too tightClouded vision masks my sightI'm not waiting for a changeI'm not waiting for a changeI'm not waiting for a changeI'm not waiting for a changeTime slips awayTime slips awayTime slips awayTime slips awayTime slips awayTime slips away
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