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Time fell through the window pane Wanting to fall soft like rain
Notice me ticking Because I cant take every blow You so innocently throw At my ego Notice that I am struggling That I struggle To trust And open up to you.
They only fester in the silence. Time is ticking. We should stop being quiet Because all they can do is fester in the silence. The longer they fester, the worse the pain. Time is ticking.
Tick tick tick Does my mind really tick? Is it a clock on the wall, or a watch on my wrist? What a funny saying, that minds Tick I guess it must be because our lives are run by time.
Tick, tick, tick, Tock, tock, tock, the way in which my brain, gives way to thought, thought, thought. One notion to another, associations then connect, it brings about my fears,