You expect me to lay down and confess
Over something that causes me stress.

You tell me there are ways to fix me
News check- I don't wanna be free!

You put a knife at my throat and tell me to stay calm,
But you've got me tied to a suicide bomb!

You cut me open just to look at what's inside
And I feel like I just died...

You tell me that I'm gonna be okay
But I can already see the grey.

Therapy,
You have always been my enemy.

Tick-tock, tick-tock
Time is running out again and again
Spin your faith around your finger wondering when
When will the clock stop ticking
When will the hopes stop banging
Banging around in your head
Reminding you of everything you dread

Tick tock, tick-tock*
Time is going by too fast
Nothing ever lasts
Nothing ever stays
Things change every day

Tick-tock, tick-tock
Time has run out
Nothing can stop the drought
Closed eyes and pale skin
Begging to forget the sin

Tick-tock, tick-tock
Time has run out....


© Heaven Leigh C.

Take my hand and pull me close and we'll speak our oaths.
So say your vows an we'll live like the wolf that howls at the moon.
And every single June, will be ours.

Your skin is covered with scars you wish you didn't make…
promises you throw into the lake.
And your brain is full of self-pity,
and your thoughts are getting gritty.

Why would you take a perfectly good body.
Just to throw it away on razor blades.
Your body is growing weaker with each etch into your skin.
But it can’t make you feel again.

If death is an adventure
Life is the preparation.
We prepare to die, but we try to prevent it
To prevent the end is nearly impossible
But just one more candle that has to be lit
To die is to live
And to live is to die.
Gray hair and crinkled skin
Showing that the end is near
So we turn up the music and drink beer

We drink until we forget the preparation
We drink to forget the end
Mid-life crisis creeping up the older you get
You can't leave at the last bit.
Death is something we don't understand
Though we try so hard to.

You see, the thing is
Only the dead know what happens when you're dead
And that seems to bother us the most
We don't know if we fade to dust
Or if we go somewhere great

At the end we are all headstones with a name
That has been long forgotten
Tears shed that are now rotten

But the biggest problem is:
Only dead people know what happens when you die
And that is the hardest part of a good-bye