You can turn back a clock but never time.
The grains of time have no mercy.
Age always gets the better of us.
Our innocence depletes over time leaving us with nothing else.

Torn and tattered pictures lay across the floor.
All the things I had, the love, the hope, the will to go on.
I have lost everything and gained nothing.
Nothing but the sins I have created.

Look at the happy child.
Her eyes full of life and sweetness.
A brightened blue.
My eyes have nothing to show now.
I will never be that child agian.

You can turn back a clock but never time.
I have realized this now.
I have created this metaphoric waste land.
And I finaly relaize why I was the one left behind to suffer in it.