tick tock goes the clock seconds to minutes hours to days months to years in time we sit awaiting what is to come wasting time with the lady who runs us all she abuses us by threatining to **** us slowly and menacingly she creeps up on us when we least expect it and moves ever so slow when we want her to pass through untill the end we await with lady time
dont let the lonely days hold you back you dont know when the hour glass will run dry