Tick* goes the clock
I think a thousand thoughts
Before it can chime tock

Don't smoke, I thought you stopped
Don't be sad, I know you're not
Don't cut , or at least, not a lot

Tick says the clock.

Three seconds have gone by
"Is the day over?" I sigh
I can't last but I'll try
Eight cuts on my thigh

tock chimes the clock

My lungs, they burn
My brain begins to yearn
I won't give in, I'll live and learn

TICK yells the clock

Time is so loud and slow
I can't take much more
I need help but you'll never know

TOCK! The clock screams

It's in my brain
I can't shake it loose
I'm losing my rhyme
My speech becomes uncouth

TICK

There are voices in the background
I cannot abide them
I hate it, I hate sounds

TOCK

Just one cut
Won't be too much
Right? Right!?

tick...

And the vertigo recedes
Suddenly, I can think
And time doesn't pass slowly

tock...

Perhaps I shall smoke
Until I die
And at my funeral, no one will cry

Tick...

The day's almost over
I've done pitiful little
Yet my nerves are run brittle

Tock

"Not again!" I beg
I can't take this
And, looking at my knife,
I am hopeless

tick-tock Tick-Tock TICK-TOCK *TICK-TOCK!