Death or Peace?
I spend my nights staring at the clock
Waiting for the tick that makes my heart stop
My memories of you are forever lost
Slowly drifting beneath the bedrock
Never resurfacing to the top
I spend my nights staring at the clock
The sadness in my heart the clock does mock
And the tears in my eyes fall like raindrops
My memories of you are forever lost
Running through my veins like hemlock
When it reaches my heart you will hear a pop
I spend my nights staring at the clock
My muscles freeze and limbs lock
Every tick makes my heart rate drop
My memories of you are forever lost
I stare at the clock tick-tock tick-tock
Watching until it finally stops
I spend my nights staring at the clock
My memories of you are forever lost
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