I knew you would forget, just as soon as the sun would rise,
But your words, cliché and hollow, came as no surprise.
I asked but one small favor, at both break and close of day,
Just to hear you say hello, but now, hope's bled away.

The ticking of the clock
It's so annoying
It makes me shift
It drives me crazy

It always makes me wonder
When I'll be able to leave
The ticking of the clock
It's an agony

Why are you always here?
Here to bother me
The ticking of the clock
Thinks I'm full of pity

You were always there
And I didn't know why
The ticking of the clock
Cared for me and cried

Just as I was getting used to it
Day by day
The ticking of the clock
Turned slowly and walked away

I would always wish you gone
The room's now silent
But what I would give
To have the clock rewinded

*~shadow

I stay late,
Wake up early
Waiting for something to happen,
Waiting for things to be better
Then I asked myself,
"Is this right?"
If you want something,
Go get it!

Not all things will fall at you,
You go digging for treasures

Are we a couple?
No.
Do we act like one?
Yes.
Does it hurt?
That depends on which one of us you ask.