&& I think it's about
that time now.
That time where I cry out, where I shout my plea from the rooftops.
Where I crawl to you, dragging my knees,eyeliner staining my cheeks.
When the minute hand hits tweleve I should look up at your smirking face.
I can see the miniscule concern you have for me.
Quick, before the second hand hits two,
I should whisper what would be my
last words.
"As long as you'rehappy, that's all that
matters."
A sob shouldcut me
off as I give you my last shattered
smile and
drop my head to the ground.
Oh but you see, my dear, I believe that clock is just a tad too elaborate. Nothing is that dramaticanymore, if
you haven't noticed. Just keep
watching that clock,
my love...
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
If you don't understand it, that's quite alright. I'm not exactly sure if I understand it, either. This came to me like an Alice In Wonderland type-thing: it doesn't make a speck of sense, yet, it makes all the sense in the world.
That time where I cry out, where I shout my plea from the rooftops.
Where I crawl to you, dragging my knees,
When the minute hand hits tweleve I should look up at your smirking face.
I can see the miniscule concern you have for me.
"As long as you're
A sob should
Oh but you see, my dear, I believe that clock is just a tad too elaborate. Nothing is that dramatic
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
If you don't understand it, that's quite alright. I'm not exactly sure if I understand it, either. This came to me like an Alice In Wonderland type-thing: it doesn't make a speck of sense, yet, it makes all the sense in the world.
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