On behalf of me and some others,
My story I would much like foretold,
what is it with all of you humans,
and your mighty fear of growing old?
"TICK"
Every second are eyes focused on me,
every minute of every second I am timed,
every hour of, every minute of, every second,
goes tick, tock, tick in my mind.
"TOCK"
For I am merely made up of numbers,
and maybe some old batteries,
I bet even if I turned myself off,
surely no doubt you'd reset me.
"TICK"
All these years of constant tick tocking,
has been really messing with my head,
for I have literally served my time,
I've been used and even misread.
"TOCK"
So all I want is some pity,
believe me I have had it rough,
As i'm just an old rare antique clock,
But today guys, I am clocking off.