Tick, tock
Tick, tock
Tick, tock. Boom
Tick, tock
Sometimes when I'm bored
I make things up
Make beats to the clock
Make a light show in my head
Hymn to a tune with no beat
Anything to take my mind off time
Off the bad things
Get lost in thought
Sometimes I talk to myself
Not like a full convo
But a way to work out my problems
I say something
And just imagine what the other person
Might say or do
That can go on for hours
Until I stop myself and realize
That I'm the only on here
No need for me to raise my voice above a whisper
For what
No one is here but me, myself, and I
I actually like being alone
There's no one to tell me what to do
Nothing is in the way
No one here to judge me
But yourself
Beware
If you are alone too long
You may become depressed
Be alone
But around other people
Too alone is scary
And the only way to experience it
Is to be alone
So no one there to hold your hand
No one to wish you the best of luck
Nothing
Nada
Zilch
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Metaphorically Speaking
RandomEverything you might have felt or did or heard and thought you were the only one, well you're not alone. Every stereotype, every bad thing, every good thing, all the random thoughts. All strung together in a string of poems, lyrics, and excerpts of...
