So many wasted days

Come and go like ocean waves

it hits me like a freight train

And now I can't get off my face

How could I have been so polite to simply let them die

Who am I to spread my fingers after God has filled my hands

Watching the moments slip through like desert sand

Respect her ignorance

Just in case she takes offense

the darkness that's killing her

Well that is just not my concern

You're not guaranteed tomorrow