The Clock Seems to be going Slow.. In the Living room drenched with disappointment, Depression and Failure. Smell of Alcohol escapes my Lips. I Slip off my heels, Take another sip..of Red Wine.. Make-Up Smeared ..As I Look onto the Old Piano he played for me.. I Hear nothing but the ticking clock passing me by. Miserable .. I Didn't mean to harm you.. I didn't mean to self harm Me. I didn't want you to see my Ugly side. I tried to play perfect when I Knew I Wasn't ..