Count the seconds, the clock ticks fast.
Every breath could be your last.
You’re dying now, and I feel alone,
Your tears make my body ache to the bone.
The sparkle in your eyes echos in my memories, as if to rhyme.
I suppose eventually everyone runs out of time.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 4:14 AM UTC
Count the seconds, the clock ticks fast.
Every breath could be your last.
You’re dying now, and I feel alone,
Your tears make my body ache to the bone.
The sparkle in your eyes echos in my memories, as if to rhyme.
I suppose eventually everyone runs out of time.
I’m back
