My story

My story is moving way too fast
my life is flying past
when will the lines not be blurry
when will i slow down, not be in a hurry

when will i not hurt
when i think of you
the smell of your shirt
the amazing things you do

and why does time fly
fun times or no
time will never die,
never cease to flow

so through my veins
flow these words
causing me pain
flying away like birds

for a moment i need
the world to slow down
decrease in speed
so i stop tripping and looking like a clown

my story is moving way too fast
my life is flying past
when will the lines not be blurry
when will i slow down, not be in a hurry