My time is ticking away.
I can hear the clock dieing with me...

Try to see past the scars,
and look within...

I can't take it no more.
The pain's just become sore...

I sat and watched as you backed out in your car.
You didn't get that far...

You think you can push me around.
Then use me...

My picture is starting to fade away.
From blue, to brown, to black, to white...

I sit here as I think -
what happened to pinky swears...