I may never have liked myself
But no matter what I went through
I was proud of who I had become

No matter the times
The temptation
I hadn't given up

I have always promised myself I'd never change myself for anyone
But for a fraction of your time
I'd rearrange every part of my being

And I don't know what's sadder:
The fact that I'd lose myself for you,
Or the fact you wouldn't even notice.

Losing you may be my fault,
but having you forever is not one of the ways to treat wounds.

this pain is far
this pain is near
will I ever be free
will I always be trapped

no escape
always being dragged down
farther each day
always trying to reach the surface

everyone gone
everyone hidden
no help no life
broken down every day

try to build me up
always being put down
always told go do something else
what if I cant

will I always be alone
trapped here
in this pit
dragged deeper down

always hiding from the truth
never wanting to know I am sick
the pain is what everyone feels
no one can feel what I feel

no one can see what I see
all alone in my own world
pain and torture is it welcomed
are the people I love going to get hurt

if I tell them what I truly feel
what if they get hurt
what will I say
to help them know its okay

even though I am not okay
should I let them know
should I let myself suffer alone
would they be able to carry the weight

alone or surrounded by family and love
alone to fight or able to fight with everyone
alone to live or live with somebody
alone to carry this weight or will there be someone else to carry it with me

is this my life forever
will someone carry this with me
is this just me or everyone else
am I alone or am I not

making a picture inside my head
a perfect life not to be
but inside the darkness is here
no light to be shining

will love be born
will love be torn
to be true
to be a lie

life unveiled
to be called
to be forever
to be near

is love to be here
is love to be gone
will I always be true
will they be true

will I end up hurting them
will they end up hurting me
will we heal each other's wounds
will we tear the wounds deeper

is the pain to be gone
is the pain to stay
head spinning

I don't know what to say
when I say I love you
will I be turned down
will I be welcomed

is this to last or to be gone
look to the bright side
or look to the dark side

Tick tock
  Tick tock
Throughout the years
   I've always thought
Of faith to be
  A clicking clock
With hands
So persistent
So determined
To never miss a single beat
  Nor stop

  Tick...
  Tock...
Throughout the years
  This faithful clock
Built up a longing in me
  My solid rock
Through which,
In times of trouble
I would pull
From my everlasting
  Love-filled stock

Tick...
Tock...
Brace yourselves,
My friends
  And do not
Let this coming news
Be some sort
  Of terrible shock
For the time is coming
  When this faithful clock's
Hands must,
  Inevitably stop

Tick...
Tick...
For you see -
The battery in me,
So to speak,
    Is nearly diminished
The continuation of
its intermittent
Clicking is
    Almost nearly finished
The gears within
This 'ol faithful clock,
Are most definitely
    Fatally blemished

Tick...
Tick...
I am so
   So very sorry
For this very moment
Marks the end
   Of my journey's story
I hate to say it,
But not every person
   Goes out in a blaze of glory


Tick...

Tock...

Goodbye,

Tick...

Tock...

The clock has stopped