The clock is talking to me,
Printing words in my mind,
Planting thoughts in my heart,
But never does it show me to you.
Never does it tell me stories of the future.
Only the present, only the ticking seconds,
Only the horrid feeling of nothing but
"Tick Tick Tick Tick"
It's ringing in my ears,
It's feeding on my pain,
On my seclusion and devastation.
But you don't mind, do you?
No, this is all a silly game to you,
You're toying with my heart strings,
My senses and my feelings.
But it doesn't matter,
Because I'll be happy someday.
Someday.
Printing words in my mind,
Planting thoughts in my heart,
But never does it show me to you.
Never does it tell me stories of the future.
Only the present, only the ticking seconds,
Only the horrid feeling of nothing but
"Tick Tick Tick Tick"
It's ringing in my ears,
It's feeding on my pain,
On my seclusion and devastation.
But you don't mind, do you?
No, this is all a silly game to you,
You're toying with my heart strings,
My senses and my feelings.
But it doesn't matter,
Because I'll be happy someday.
Someday.
