The clock is ticking and the minutes are going
It says ten past five on the clock face
Here I am waiting to be called in
Scared of what I'm about to face
Will you hide me?
I look around I seem to fit in
The nervous laughter with shaky hands surround me
I can hear the softness of the rain as it hits against the window panes
I want to get out
The thumping of my heart, the dryness in my mouth
She then comes out
I've lost all hope
She stands there smiling
I sit here hiding
Maybe she won't see me
