The clock turns faster each day
and I seem to be falling behind.
Everyone is picking up speed,
but am at a stand still.
Time is slowly fading away,
yet I pretend that's there's plenty to spare.
One day the clock will stop
and I will have no more time to live.
I will regret all of the choices I have made,
but it will be too late to fix them.
Time is a murderer,
and I am the victim.