Well there’s no easy way out
And there’s no way out alive.
So What’s the point in living,
If you’re just living to die?

I used to have a reason,
A reason just to be.
A perfect girl, in an awful world.
A girl that was just like me.

I don’t know why it’s difficult,
just to get some sleep.
Probably because scornful words
stay stuck between my teeth.

And as I fill, with tempered swill,
These measured beats of rhyme,
I dream of something simpler to ****,
Than the Ticking Clocks of Time.