More Time from December's Embers by Owen Malo

Holding on to you is hard to do
In this crowded room
Trying to wipe the tears that have appeared
But now I see things clear

All the lights seem dim, you look at him
The floor is ice, so thin
Such a hurtful gaze, I’m still amazed
That this heart doesn’t bend it breaks

I hate the feeling that I get inside
When I find myself oh so lonely at night
Dark thoughts race round the speedway of my mind
Can life please slow down I’m asking for more time
More time, more time, more time, ooh more time

Pacing 'round this room, because of you
Stomach's sick skin's blue
Vultures stare me down all over town
I'm lost don’t wanna be found

I hate the feeling that I get inside
When I find myself oh so lonely at night
Dark thoughts race round the speedway of my mind
Can life please slow down I’m asking for more time
More time, more time, more time, ooh more time


I hate the feeling that I get inside
When I find myself oh so lonely at night
Dark thoughts race round the speedway of my mind
Can life please slow down I’m asking for time
More time

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