Tick tick
tick tick
thats the sound
of my life
slipping away
never being loved
never been loved
dieing a slow
lonely life
living your life
wasting your breath
to talk
wasting your sight
to see
and wasting your touch
to feel
why not end it
why not now
why not take that knife
out of your drawer
slit your wrist
and watch the blood
flow down your arm
laying down and
close your eyes
one last time
tick tick
tick tick
that is the sound
of my life
slipping away
