#timepassby

My mind is surprised that I could speak of words That I don't usually speak. That I am also capable of calling for love I'm also able to speak freely of love. With a weird beliefs that there was him and me.

Tick tock on the clock

Somehow there is something in me I just cannot understand,that imagination that somehow partly I don't agree. But seems to make me happy at the same time I don't want itto reach the peak because it might hurt me

Tick tock on the clock

How did this guilt exist? When in the first place we were not together. How can I deep inside believe this? But it was so bittersweet to let go. And somehow I'm convinced. Yet I try to reason out. Because I must protect myself with further pain that I will encounter if I let this control.

Tick tock on the clock

Waiting for that time to come, the real entertainment. The real

king and the real music. But deep inside, worry of what that cruel

work would do to him? How they will attempt to destroy him? And at the same time hoping he is prepared for the worst. Which I'm sure he does. And standing there believing and supporting him in whatever decision he makes.

Tick tock on the clock

I could feel his pain, his hatred, his suffering. Which I'm not sureif this is it. So painful, and so cold and so sad. Perhaps I have experience the same thingSince I work it was that coldness that intimidated me. I look to his experienceand saw other side of him, which I adore but at the same time I could feel that sadnesshe probably shared

Tick tock on the clock

Suddenly, those songs. Those songs I felt was aim to me. Oddly, because i was still young back then and that is far impossible. A wild imagination.And a deeper meaning on that other song. A ghost of a woman. What is happening to me?

Tick tock on the clock

My feelings continue to grow towards him...and oddly, I miss him.i want him.

Yesterday is gone

Tomorrow has not yet come