Time, with a gun, 3,2,1
I am so damn sick and tired
Of waiting for my life to mean something
I want to do more
I want to be more
I cannot sit idly by
As my life slips between my fingers
Time
(I realize)
Is a jerk with a gun
Pressed
Against my head
And damn
The barrel is cold
Against my temple
And Time
(That jerk)
Plays Russian roulette
And I don’t have a gun
No matter how hard I try
Time will always
Come away the victor
(His damned twitching trigger finger
Is too eager
How is that fair?
I want to be so much more)
Time laughs at my dreams
My wishes
Time doesn’t give a damn
Time has a gun
And he’s trigger happy.