Tell me, am I a waste of your time
Sitting here writting down what I feel inside
Can you feel the hurt in my mind.
Would you know, if i layed here and cried.
Time, it ticks away the hours of my life
Taking all that i am a little at a time
Time, cutting into me, sharp is her knife
I want to live..with you...thats not my crime.
As another day starts and the past one ends
I look at my time to see whom i have touched
I've told you I love you, I tried to make amends
Does it matter,....It really matters so much
Time, it ticks away the hours of my life
Taking all that i am a little at a time
Time, cutting into me, sharp is her knife
I want to live..with you...thats not my crime
So when i am gone, and my time here is done
Dont shed a tear, my next life has begun
Look back on my words, let them ease your pain
I'll be back in time to love you again.
