The clock's ticking
As its needles slowly strike twelve
There was a time when we were something
But all erased then nothing was left
The clock's ticking
As I lay awake in the night
I could not feel my own breathing
Nor I could see any source of light
The clock's ticking
Along with the heartbeat in my chest
In vain; happiness was calling
While sadness has made me its nest
The clock's ticking
Signing my time is running out
I'll stop running; I'll stop hiding
I'll stop giving God all the doubts
The clock's ticking
When will it stop, I wonder
Surely it will stop mourning
When finally; in the end; it will surrender
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