Tick Tock
Tick tock
goes that clock
when will it stop?
that stupid clock
well, when it stops
so does my heart
Tick tock
when will it stop
that stupid clock
that's attached to my heart
Tick tock
i wish it would stop
because i don't deserve
the life that i got
Tick tock
goes that clock
but than it stops
and my body rots
Tick tock
went the clock
than it stopped
and seemed to be locked
Tick tock
went the clock
until it stopped
when i was shot
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