Time passes on, but what is time?
I see it only as passing lines.
That means nothing to me.
So I'm still
Don't place your bet, not on me.
I am still just empty.
I have not yet weighed in,
And I don't think I will
Now you've paid in full,
I'm your chemical.
I won't reach the half-way mark,
Build you up, or break you apart.
I'm your chemical.
I'm staring down the starting line,
The race, and my racing heart,
But that won't get me that far.
So I'm still.
It was so sweet, at the time,
All that's left is aftertaste.
And nothing there left to waste.
just space i can't fill.