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Borrowed Time - Song

A hundred years from now… none of us will be here. The room you’re in will hold a different laugh New pictures on the walls, new hands on the glass The keys you clutch like proof you “made it” will end up in a drawer, unclaimed, outdated That car you love, that shine, that steel one day it’s just rust and a story nobody feels And all those nights you traded peace for progress will vanish like smoke when the morning forgets And your name… it won’t echo the way you think A couple generations and it’s mist Like we barely know the ones who built our bloodline dreams So let it sink in— we’re chasing shadows that don’t stay Breaking our backs for opinions that decay We’re trying to impress people passing through the same storm While life is begging us to feel it—raw and warm If nothing here is ours to keep… then maybe that’s the point Maybe that’s the freedom Maybe that’s the spark Deadlines, gossip, fear in designer clothing Pressure with a smile, still squeezing, still closing We make tiny gods out of strangers’ approval Then wonder why our souls feel removable Meanwhile—this planet spins, no pause, no plan A bright little whisper in a dark so grand Some number of stars so huge we can’t hold it And we’re stressed over things that won’t matter when we’re older You and I— we’re not permanent ink We’re a note in the wind So why are we living like we’re pinned? So let it sink in— we’re chasing shadows that don’t stay Breaking our backs for opinions that decay We’re trying to impress people passing through the same storm While life is begging us to feel it—raw and warm If nothing here is ours to keep… then maybe that’s the point Maybe that’s the freedom Maybe that’s the spark You’re going to be gone someday. So am I. And yeah… it’s dark— but it’s honest. Because when you stop pretending you can own the moment… you finally start living inside it. Call your friend. Hold your kid. Take the walk. Kiss the person you keep postponing. Breathe like you mean it. So let it sink in— this is borrowed time, not chains We don’t take the trophies, we don’t take the names We take the love we gave, and the way we stayed awake We take the mornings we didn’t waste If nothing here is ours to keep… then baby, we’re free Yeah, nothing here is ours to keep… so come alive with me A hundred years from now… but right now— you’re here.