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.

Chorus:

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.

Chorus

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…