Century Ends

A sand full of fist and dirt
Like something old I once knew
Collapsing in the corner baby
It seemed the thing to do
Now I’m running out of time
Alive I am, I think so
Tell me what to do
Not made of stone hoping I’ll last
Asleep in my bed while time trickles past
If I’m not there before the years end has come
The Century ends, they said I had fun
Was I out of line? Did you get enough done?
Time closes is in and another year has gone
A mask made then paint of plaster
No eyes I see within view
A problem maybe baby bastard
Sometimes I’m so confused
Am I running out of time?
Alive I am I think so
Tell me what to do
And what I’m trying to say
Is that I left it hanging by the wayside
There’s so much more I should do
Sitting here trying to relate
With something I’ll never know
Well I’ll just put it to rest
And let the Century end