I'm tired of writing
it all feels the same
With each passing letter
I'm going insane.
There's a world inside me
A clock ticking so slow
No one else can hear it
As it continues to grow.
Everyone is oblivious
to the heat in my face
Everyone's climbing
mountains, it's a race.
You've grown 2 faces
that once were one,
You are like a melody
I'm afraid won't be sung.