I am a myriad of emotion
A tower of confusion
I love him,I love him not
I chose self over  him yet hate self destruct at his memory

For us time should have stood still
We loved like eternity were our slave
How do you tell time to stop doing its beautiful work?
To stop headbutting us into rooms bigger than ourselves
To stop beckoning us to destiny's call

Time should  have stood still
But I guess Grandpa Clock has no favorites
...no matter then