I can't help but to cry
the flame has begun to die
it's the bottom we have hit
full of solid rock
i can hear the chiming of the clock
ticking and tocking, but really its talking
so many questions to ask
all the answers I want to mask
is it the time I am wasting
a love that is fading
of just a heart I'm in the process of breaking
we sure have been persistent
but lately I just want my distance
I feel myself giving up
But on what...
Is it love?!
it could be your feelings that I fear
or that you have given your life to your career
I have yet to leave, I'm still here
I'm so proud of you, no doubt about that
& I miss you, that is a fact
will I ever really get you back?
were you ever even mine?
& there it goes again, I hear the chime...
The talking time