Woke up to the twilight morn
With an aching head and an aching heart
Hands touch the sheet of my bed
To shield myself away from both the cold and the loss warmth

The alarm clock started to ring, to my funny luck
Given with the choice to leave it on or turn it off
It was always the same thing that ****** me
Left with the choices that I never want to hear, do, or see

But clearly I am always the loser at this game called love
As every turn every choice is wrong when push comes to shove
It always leads back to why I did this and why not do that
Forever making decisions that will never be enough

And so go back to the culprit that started this montage
Still ringing still ticking haunting me every second
Likening itself to my every love that went gone
To stop is to accept that I have succumbed to my fate
To let it ring is to endure for an eternity.
All I can think of now,
"Why did I buy that stupid clock."