laments

“I grow old … I grow old,” laments the contemplative hero of T.S.

“Time is an abyss, profound as a thousand nights,” he laments.

He laments: "I don't think wristwatches will ever make a comeback."

There’s not a whole lot of moral clarity available in the treacherous political and historical landscape of Syria, except that almost no one laments the downfall of the 54-year Assad dynasty.

With “Wickedest,” a boisterous album highlight, she laments that “Everybody want to lie, they want to fight, they want to get me / Thеy wan’ kill me … When they really don’t know me.”