“Why can’t I quiet the thoughts running through my head?Put down the penand climbsnuglyinto bed?”

“It still is on the run,time that is.Sometimes it seems like everything’s changing;my whole world is rearranging.Everything’s different,and yet everything’s the same.Time is just a crazy game.”

“It still is on the run,time that is.”

“I don’t understandhow everything moves so quickly.They say time flies when you’re having fun,but I wasn’t always having fun.Even when I was mad or sad,time was always on the run.”

“Sometimes it seems like everything’s changing;my whole world is rearranging.”

“Time passes too fast.Like a hummingbird flying by,it’s just a blur to my eyes.”

“Well that's too bad.Because it's too late. She's gone.She slipped away.”