Clock ticking

Clock ticking
On and on and on and on
I bite my tongue again to try to shut the hell up
I don’t wanna say I miss you so

Clock ticking
On and on and on and on
Touching every wall from this big bedroom
Where we use to lie all day long

Clock ticking
On and on and on and on
With candles around the bed to see my face
Looking up for you, my friend

Clock ticking
On and on and on and on
There is your music box, there are your undies
There is my heart with your furniture
There is one man crying himself to sleep
There is your clock ticking
On and on and on

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I miss you so

Photography: Deviantart