Lost in time (introspective ballad)

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© Shamika
The clock goes round again but I don\'t know the month or year \'cause time don\'t mean too much to me - am I 39 or am I 53 - did I just have dinner or morning tea?\r\n\r\nThere\'s only history in my head and only memories in my bed / I just can\'t see the way ahead / am I alive or am I dead \'cause I\'m lost in time.\r\n\r\nThe clock goes round again but I don\'t know the day or week \'cause time don\'t mean too much for sure / am I 38 or am I 44 - did I cook the meat or is it still raw ?\r\n\r\nThere\'s only daydreams in my mind of all the life I left behind, the path before me ain\'t defined, can I see or am I blind \'cause I\'m lost in time.\r\n\r\nThe clock goes round again but I don\'t know day from night \'cause time don\'t mean too much of late / am I 53 or am I 58 - am I filled with love or is it hate?\r\n\r\nThere\'s only yesterday today, obsessive thoughts that won\'t go away / the tunnel\'s black but I can\'t go back / I see no light, there is no crack \'cause I\'m lost in time.\r\n