The clock on the wall
Tells me when will I die
Sit here- feel so small
I'm not asking why

Every hour- ending less
Every minute- insane
Can't do this- I must confess
My love is to blame

Seconds crawling- one after another
Still feel your presents- like you never left
Lying here lifeless- nobody bothers
Your lips kissing me- the last thing I remember I felt.


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