Tick

Tick…Tick…Tick.

Tock.

Sometimes I just want to runaway,

Or let my feelings loose

Gather up all of my strength,

So that my silence is heard.

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Ticking down the years,

I count up all the tears.

He’s lost his temper once again,

The essence of my fears.

I cringe from the fist,

That kind of blow that never comes.

All I get are bullets

Made of reactions and words.

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It seems I can’t escape,

Where you come from always weighs.

Just have to hold on

Until I get some peace.

Chorus

Tick…Tick…Tick.

Shhh…

Heartache

I don’t want to be another heartache

You tell all the girls about—

The one’s you wanna get with

And let down.

I don’t wanna be that woman,

Another story,

Becoming your history,

Instead of you and me.

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I wanna be the one you miss,

That you miss so bad.

I wanna be the one, you can’t live without,

And you wake up in fear that I’m gone.

But that’s just wishful thinking—

Thinking I was your number one.

You always said that I was different,

Finally wanted a chance

But then I turned around,

And got knocked flat on the ground.

With you all it ever took

Was a single word, just one look.

You tell every girl, you’re an open book

After all, you’ve always had me hooked.

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You walked away—

All I got was a text.

While the story you tell,

Is the heartache that I feel.

I breathe in and out,

Feel my heart clench—

Wait for it to dwindle,

You’re just another page of my past.

Chorus

Oh yeah, that’s just wishful thinking—

Thinking I was your number one.