living on borrowed time(running out of time) (Lyrics in description)

Описание: Living on borrowed time(running out of time) - Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Tick-tock goes the clock, a cruel, relentless chime
Every ache a reminder, I'm just running out of time
This constant companion, pain etched deep in my bones
A silent scream unheard, in these four lonely walls of stones
Trying to paint a picture, with words both raw and true
But how do you explain a storm, when the sky's always blue?
They see the smile, the brave face, but not the war inside
Each day a new battle, nowhere left to hide.

[Chorus]
Oh, the sands are slipping, through fingers weak and worn
Another day, another fight, since the moment I was born
This unfortunate irony, a life I didn't choose
Living on borrowed moments, with so much left to lose.

[Verse 2]
Used to chase the sunrise, with dreams so bright and bold
Now every step's a struggle, a story left untold
The vibrant hues have faded, to shades of grey and doubt
Whispers of what could be, always screaming out
I search for solace, in a world that doesn't see
The weight that I carry, the burden crushing me
Small victories are treasures, a moment without the sting
But then the shadow lengthens, and a new wave it will bring.

[Chorus]
Oh, the sands are slipping, through fingers weak and worn
Another day, another fight, since the moment I was born
This unfortunate irony, a life I didn't choose
Living on borrowed moments, with so much left to lose.

I try to tell them, in fragments and in sighs
Of the fire that burns within, behind these weary eyes
They offer well-meant comfort, a gentle, empty plea
But no one truly grasps the depths, of this reality
It's a dance with desperation, a whispered, silent plea
For understanding, just a glimpse, of what it means to be...

[Chorus]
Oh, the sands are slipping, through fingers weak and worn
Another day, another fight, since the moment I was born
This unfortunate irony, a life I didn't choose
Living on borrowed moments, with so much left to lose.

[Outro]
Running out of time, but still, I fight to breathe
Leaving echoes of my spirit, threads that I will weave
Into the fabric of tomorrow, though my light may dim and fade
This is my story, unspoken, unafraid.