A lonely clock ticked marked with a heart,
it's been months since it started moving.

My sadness, and avoiding those kinds of thoughts;
"Why don't you give up?"
An idea simply dropped, once
I caught it and it grew into a dark rose.
My momentum for living, has slowed in itself;
"Why do you try?"
A clock ticks faster, what a fast falling lie.

"Yes, but, there's a reason..."

I'm counting the minutes until I fall apart,
but it seems as though my momentum has once again frozen me.
"You're useless!"
I hear it, but I don't anymore... I'm already gone.
If you count to three, that world you escape into;
will it come back to you, again?
But, it seems that my own pain has come back to a start.

I am only living in a waiting for a love that's on hold;
but how long can I wait until it gets old?
I'm trying my best, darling, believe me.
This heart of mine, is the broken clock...
What's this?
A strange thought found it's way...
Before I knew it, count to three, I know you're waiting too.
But just what kind of future do you want this to be?

I slow my momentum, and hear the people around me speaking.
One harsh judgement, might just cause me to sink back into it.
How long will this last?
"I'm sorry."
Just like that, I'm gone again, aren't I?
A world of sadness and slowness, my tears seem to be leaking.

Count to three, and that world you want
could be in your reach; to escape.
Again, the clock is tirelessly continuing, and the world around me...
How long will I hold like this, in this tempo?
"You're alone."
No, I want to fix it;
"It's time to go."

Again, the wind will blow
through my hair as I glance at the world I left behind.
Someone mutters a word;
and I realize reality is just fine.