难了情

sew this up with threads of reason and regret,
as much as i wanna forget.
time heals all wounds...
on the surface.

the time runs out my window
when he drives you in a two by four
i know you're happy now
and that's what i said really matters anyway

time lost is not revocable,
time crying is not comfortable,
time now is not anywhere better,
and time spent is not forgotten, still

you're a miss,
i can't be your prince,
just wanted you to know,
that you're the best damn thing that my eyes have ever seen.

nothing sowed, nothing reaped.
nothing lost, nothing learned.
who wants to go through shit?
well,

it depends who/what it's for.