broken sound

[die_for_her]

when awake we pray for sleep,
can't stand to feel another day.
hours drain.. inebriate,
the clock spins sober.
time shows us we've
had our turn...missed our chance,
we'll never learn.
there's something telling me..
we didn't do it right. (again)
time stands still, we
can't proceed even if we wanted to.
with a chance to start again,
would we change even if we knew?
that lifes a broken record,
haunting all of us.