Tick Tock

Overthinking things
Makes me want to scream

That's all I have
Thoughts I can't put into words
Certain lines
In my life
Are blurred
My best intentions
Never heard
I feel like a mime
A prisoner to my own mind
Day after day
And night after night
This endless fight
Makes me want to die
But I'll continue to try
Perhaps only out of spite
Only to make light
Of this dark life of mine
Maybe the problem
Is that I have too much time
On my hands
Caught red handed
But this was never my plan

I have been convicted
The crime
I'm a killer of time
Even worse than death row
Is the life sentence
Times nine
And with God as my witness
It's too late for repentance
Time was of the essence
I never meant for this

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love the rhyme sequence


Thank you so much!!! :)

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