How long have I lived liked this?
Something always goes amiss.
I keep saying “wait till next year”
But next year is practically here.

In this land of the strange
Isn't it time for a change?
I’m like a clock that lost its chime.
I have the numbers but don’t tell the time.
My hands are spread eagle wings apart.
I don’t function: I’m a piece of art.
Soft on the eyes, but ******* the heart.

I haven’t done all the things that I said.
Some days it’s impossible to get out of bed.
I’m growing older/days are colder.
I’m losing insight on those long nights.

In this land of the strange
Isn't it time for a change?
I’m like a clock that lost its chime.
I have the numbers but don’t tell the time.
My hands are spread eagle wings apart.
I don’t function: I’m a piece of art.
Pretty on the eyes, but ******* the heart.

How long can I go on the same way?
Putting it off until tomorrow, today.
It’s no use; stop pretending.
It’s a merry-go-round ride, never ending