This is a pocket watch,
But not just any old pocket watch,
This pocket watch is detrimental,
A ticking time bomb,
When is it time to stop?

It was my great-grandfathers when he was young,
Ticking for 60 years,
Tick, tock, tick,
When is it going to stop?

The guilt of my past echo's into my system.

It lay there,
Looking into my room,
Staring straight through the window and into the world,
Staring straight into heaven,
Doing nothing but gathering dust...

Or so it seems,

Back then, to realise I was too low,
Now it came back to hurt me just to show, 

This was a looking glass into our world's...
His great-grandchildren's world's...

So, this pocket watch was like a camera,
A spy?
It was a pocket watch in disguise of my great-grandfathers eye?

I always knew he was a man of great mystery,
A man of great pride,
A man with a pocket watch,
This pocket was was surely my grandfather's old man's guide.

It wasn't used only for time,
And not only to make him look wise,
But because it helped him to see into my future,
With his grey and clear, open eyes.

He's witnessed my life now, 
He's seen my past,
So how long is this all going to last?
Now that you've seen me,
Now that you know my life is only full on fun,
I think it's time for you to rest now,
Your work here is done.

*I love you my great-grandad,
Forever and always.