Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, or the song "Time". Cartoon Network owns Teen Titans, and Pink Floyd owns Time. (The song, not the continuum.)
I hadn't gotten any sleep last night-this night- whatever you want to call it. I finally gave up and went downstairs. Making sure the sleeve of my leotard covered my most recent cuts. Beast Boy was playing game station with Cyborg, nothing special. Robin was flirting with Starfire, nothing special. I sat down on the couch and opened my copy of Edgar Allan Poe's short stories, nothing special.
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
I knew what to expect for the entire day, nothing surprised me anymore. No one dared to come near me. Am I that aggressive?
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
It started raining, it rained a lot in Jump City, but the water never collected, it all ran into the bay. Like an hour-glass with a hole in it.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
Robin wanted to talk to us about keeping our minds on our work. He's one to talk, he spends every spare moment trying to seduce Starfire. The little spiky haired pervert. I swear, given the chance, I'd break his smug little face before you could say "Expensive facial repair."
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
I need a change of scenery before I do something drastic.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
God damn! LET ME OUT OF HERE!
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
That's it, I've had enough. I've had enough of Robin. I've had enough of Cyborg. I've had enough of Beast Boy and Starfire. I've had enough of all this.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
This is it. I got up and left for the door. "Where're you going?" Robin asked me. "Out..." I replied, turning my head so my hood would conceal a silent tear. I turned my back on my friends for one last time, and went out through the large wooden double doors. Closing them gently behind me. As I looked back on Titans' Tower, a leaf fell in a puddle, sending ripples across my reflection, framed in an oil sheen.
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say