Tick tock, Tick tock… you sit and wait as the clock ticks and time is running out.
Till the end you fight for your freedom, but your freedom is lost.
Someone taps you on the shoulder, a sign that the deed has been done.
The thing that holds you together, a string that has yet to be strung.
The family you never knew, the love you never had.
All tangled in a web, stuck in the future not the past.
You may say I’m crazy to think such a thing; my life is the song no one else can sing.
So picture this final thing, will you be ready to give up everything you have…
Or stand waiting till the end.
