I've been alone now for sometime. Can't escape the look that caught my eye
The hours are still and the ticking has stopped. Something is broke inside this old mans clock

Depression grows deep I am buried beneath. I am the world in one nowhere to run
The weakness of hope is the strength of decline. Lack of devotion from my murderous mind
My murderous mind

Kept my distance as I follow behind. Tonight there's something that I desire
Secret words have slipped from my tonuge. All to speak of beauty so young
Of beauty so young
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