Tick, tick, tick goes the clock on the mantle
I've yet to handle sleeping sound
As more and more useless minutes
Find me far away from home
Stuck in position for a fight
It's useless to ask why I am not even afright
On a night such as this,
I've licked my wounds, torn my bandages
Still I feel masked and bound
Never to reveal myself fully to you
Or any other woman.
I am trained in everything but love it seems
Woe is the heart that stands alone
Never to show its true nature
Yet, alas, we talk now and then
When your creamy smile appears,
As intoxicating as ever
I believe in hope that you and I
Can go further. Like lovers do
As still as a glass lake I sit
I study our relationship and you
Tick, tick, tick goes the clock on the mantle
It's useless to ask why I am not even afright
Of the rejection that is so binding to my mind
I'm trained in everything but love it seems
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