The clock on a wall in a dark room,
The sound of its chime filling the silence.
In the centre, under the only light,
He sits in a world his own, consumed.

He stares at the white screen
Twisted love begins to take its toll.
Wondering if she could've seen,
He can't take this silence anymore.

And in his head, his unrequited love burns his soul,
A girl, faraway can't see him whole.
He writes pages and pages of a bleeding story,
One, he knows, is an instinct of self pity.

Stoners charm, means no harm
But can't let go of his mommas arms.
Read those words, feel alarmed,
Holy cow, he lives in his barn.

And with his lonely escapades in his sleep
He dreams of something that cannot be.
Maybe he just needs his love to be seen
But he sure doesn't know what it means.

But what it means, is sinister
All these advances she didn't consider.
Sitting in his lair , one *** offender,
where did that come from, I wonder?

Drunk on love, looks so cheap
His mind on clockwork, working fantasies.
And to his stories, he'll add her name,
And like a predator he'll stalk his prey.

She'll forget him, her mistake,
Rejection of beauty, he can't take.
In the depth of the night, awake
Drunken love, a fools grave.
A love letter, from his blade.
Unstable Mind, he can't wait,
Touches the screen, wipes the slate.
Confession, of what he made,
Colors of a life led to waste.