And when I spend hours trying to focus
I try and recall my past to figure where I went wrong

Every glance at the clock I see,
An hour passed by
And every next one I think about where I lost the time

Staring into the emptiness of  the plain walls wondering about nothing at all to everything there is must be a hidden talent
Cause I find myself doing it for hours

And behind all those walls and underneath all those barriers and layers
I found a face which I was too blind to notice existed

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This third one strangely sounds like a pick up line . I'm running out of good stuff y'all.