I sit here on the stairs
Behind me an old ticking clock
Wondering what do and where to go
Tick tock
I gave so much
And how I feel empty
An the old ticking clock
Goes tick tock
I try being the bad guy
But wasn’t me
But still the old ticking clock
Goes tick tock
I try being the ear that listens
And just walked over like I wasn’t there
And the old ticking clock
Goes tick tock
I pushed myself hard and work
That I found myself with nothing left to give
And the old ticking clock
Goes Tick tock
I could have loved
But I stud back so other could be happy
And the old ticking clock
Goes Tick tock
I could have been something great
But I was to afraid
And one day the old ticking clock
Will stop
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem