I don't want to be your friend no more
You play to rough & consistent
I know I tried to kill you for all these years
But still it's unfair, because when I'm gone
You'll still be here
Dear time...
I woke up late today & every other day
I was wondering if you can turn back the hands?
Oh, yeah you don't grant favors
Dear time...
Stop following me, because I'm surppose to be chasing you
You're on my micowave, stove, dresser & t.v set
Your're also a bad dancer, all you do is dance in circles
You make me dizzy.......
Mr.Stanley
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