To The Bottom - Turnover

I wasted time and I won’t ever get it back

I tried to twist the hands back to where I wanted

But I know that I can’t

And I keep turning it over and over

Again and again now in my head

I feel a sense of remorse

But what’s the point if there’s nothing that

I could even try to do anymore?

Cold, I feel so cold

Drug to the bottom with no motivation to move from the floor

Left with no air in my chest

With nothing to keep all my blood pumping

Throughout my veins anymore

I wasted time and I won’t ever get it back

I tried to twist the hands back to where I wanted

But I know that I can’t

And I keep turning it over and over

Again and again now in my head

I feel a sense of remorse

But what’s the point if there’s nothing that

I could even try to do anymore?