Tick, tock.
Ticking down.
I won’t live much
Longer, now.
T i c k , t o c k .
Ticking down.
My time is flying past,
And I’m too tired to chase after it.
Will it be okay
when I’m gone?
When I disappear
and don’t return?
T i c k , t o c k .
I sure hope
I don’t amount
to anything more
Than I am.
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 6:22 AM UTC
Tick, tock.
Ticking down.
I won’t live much
Longer, now.
T i c k , t o c k .
Ticking down.
My time is flying past,
And I’m too tired to chase after it.
Will it be okay
when I’m gone?
When I disappear
and don’t return?
T i c k , t o c k .
I sure hope
I don’t amount
to anything more
Than I am.
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