Time
Tick tock goes the clock
Never winding to a stop
Constantly going round an round
Pressing further down
Stress gaining the upper hand as I try to breathe in
What to do? What to do?
Will I make it to college or be another statistic
Am I choosing the right career 'cause nothing has clicked yet
Will I even be able to afford it or will I be swimming in debt
These are the questions I ask myself
Because tick tock goes the clock
Never winding to a stop
Never seizing to move on with the days
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