The clocks tickin away at me
I can not seem to find anything
the papers flyin
and I need air
I see it right there
Bleeding heart in my chest
Blue bird in her nest
The clock is tickin away with me
It is all messed up
Everything
The things we do with this time we have
how many more minutes until we die
one second lost without you
I am always asking myself, why
The clocks tickin away at me
I can not seem to breathe
it is 1 AM
and I am struggling
to break, break free
I give up
i throw my hands up
I can not please you anyway
These scars on my arms only lead to one thing...
it is 2 AM and I am staring at my clock
the sound of silence
