An argument, an ambulance
The sound of sirens in my head
Just like you're singing to me
I don't think this is how it goes
Most possessed thing today most probably wont remain so,will be a scrap,as time passes.Then why are so many people involved in this quagmire?
There is so much left to do
Somuch left to say
rather shout
So much left to see
So much left to feel
But time for none of it
When its is borrowed one
Not left with a choice
Its jus inevitable,
I gotta wait
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