Tic Toc
Feel your Humanity Wither Away
With the Ticks of the Clock.

Sorry.Sorry
Words that I am so used to hearing.
Words do not  buy back moments lost
From the Empty Lone Hours
Spent in Misery

Ching Ching
One Has To Earn their Pay
Feelings die with the chasing of the gold.
Hear the screams in my troubled soul
As I lie here trapped
Between The Streets
And another wasted day.