Busy running here, busy running there
Too busy to take a breath but just too busy to care.
Waiting at the lights, queueing at the shops,
Hurry up, hurry up, I've got no time to stop.
Move out of the way that park is mine,
Can't you see I have no time?
Clickety-clack, clickety clack, rushing down the path,
Far too busy to see the sky or hear my daughter laugh.
A noise, so loud, then pushing and darkness starts to fill,
Why did I leave it so damn late to let my life be still?
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