Just me - 02. Slipping through my hands

I see the storm, but I can't fight
I scream for help into the night
The world is spinning, I stand still
A puppet dancing to a bitter will
I reach, I try, I beg, I plead
But fate won't listen, it lets me bleed

It's slipping through my hands
Like water, like sand
No matter what I do I can't hold on to you
I'm trapped inside this game

And nothing feels the same
The clock is ticking, running fast
I hold my breath but time won't last
I build, I break, I fall, I rise
But I can't change the painted skies

I reach, I try, I beg, I plead
But fate won't listen, it lets me bleed

It's slipping through my hands
Like water, like sand
No matter what I do I can't hold on to you
I'm trapped inside this game
If I could turn the tide

If I could shift the sky
But I'm just watching, watching as the days go by
If I could turn the tide
If I could shift the sky
But I'm just watching, watching as the days go by
It's slipping through my hands
Like whispers, like ghosts

I'm trapped inside this game
If I could turn the tide
If I could shift the sky
But I'm just watching, watching as the days go by

A raw and vulnerable reflection on feeling powerless against fate, capturing the frustration of watching life slip away despite every effort to change it.

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