I hear the clock tick on,
I count every second on my fingers,
I toss and turn in my grandmother's bed;
I hear Godfather on the TV,
I count the minutes till the noise stops,
I toss my hair back and turn back to the wall;
I hear the window break,
I count the men that are trying to break in,
I toss back the covers and turn to the closet;
I hear the gun shot fire,
I count the men that fall to the floor,
I toss the gun aside, and turn on the light;
I hear the sirens,
I count the puddles of blood,
I toss back the covers, and crawl into bed.
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 9:57 AM UTC
I hear the clock tick on,
I count every second on my fingers,
I toss and turn in my grandmother's bed;
I hear Godfather on the TV,
I count the minutes till the noise stops,
I toss my hair back and turn back to the wall;
I hear the window break,
I count the men that are trying to break in,
I toss back the covers and turn to the closet;
I hear the gun shot fire,
I count the men that fall to the floor,
I toss the gun aside, and turn on the light;
I hear the sirens,
I count the puddles of blood,
I toss back the covers, and crawl into bed.
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