I find it difficult to hear what is said When the clock ticks inside my head
No scope for reality, I'm losing time I plead insanity, I'm out of my mind
"Seek help! Seek help!" is what they all preach So I lean, I grab, I grasp and I reach
But no help comes, instead I am faced With "It's all in your head. Everything is OK."
But it's not OK, it's not OK, Didn't you hear what I just said? Oh it mustn't be real if it's all in my head
The emptiness, the loneliness, the darkness that becomes me As I sit there and drown in tears, but it's not real -
I'm suffocating under my own false pretenses Still wearing a mask and looking through rose tinted lenses.
But the steady rhythm from the tick of the clock Is becoming unsteady, my time is almost up.
So I plead to you all, hear the tick of my clock For what I fear most is when the clock stops.