Time moves on and makes so much pain, yet happiness as well as gain.
My friends grow older, happier, wiser. I feel weaker, sadder, and dire.
Yet time moves on without little old me, time cares not for little ol' me.
I break and I fall apart. I'm just looking for a place to start.
Happiness seems so far away, fading more and more each day.
Yet time moves on. Soon, I'll be in the dust, dead and gone.