Stop wishing.
Time passes like ice in the sunlight.
You cannot stop it from melting away.
And you'll be left, with nothing but a memory
a picture of what have been
And though you seek an answer
you won't get it in your grip
how you stood there wishing
and how you stand here missing
Time passes like a blurr in your head
You cannot stop it from turning
And you'll try to control the circus in your mind
a roller coaster going up-side down.
And though you'll scream and shout
you won't get it in your grip
how you stood there wishing
and how you stand here missing.
Wishing is a curse from its beginning.
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