I always say that I am out of time.
It seems that time goes too fast.
No matter what I do.
It never helps me inside.
Because I am out of time.
I tried to make things right.
But I was out of time.
I wonder if my life will be out of time.
I wish I could go back and change the hands of time.
My heart will always be filled with hurt and sorrow.
It will be the hurt and sorrow of losing a dear love one
No matter how many times I try to forget you.
It is just impossible to forget the man who cared.
It is sad for me to think that way.
But it is just how I feel inside.
I sometimes think why was your life out of time?
Should things have been like they were?
Maybe I could have changed the way we treated each other.
Now I am out of time to fix it.
No matter how many tears I shed for the loss I feel.
I should have known better.
But I didn't.
So we ended it with my feeling sorrow and broken hearted, and having ongoing tears.
Everyday that passes; I sit here and wish you were here to share all the good things with me.
Sadly to say we were out of time. Miss you Tony!
to bad you where out of time..
when I was 4.…
I miss you; the good times you where here
I’ll wear a little red for you every day to the end
