Testo My Time

My time Be in a rush all day long Hanging on the telephone I got stuck in the suction of the quicksand The sand glass of life that drags me down, wears me out, can't help myself what's this all about ? Hectic and stress, my appartment is a mess Will I find the right direction to end this misery I burn my watch, my appointment book I start to waste my time... Who is going to stop this ? My time is running away. Who is going to stop my time ?