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Feeling the hands of time, shining down on me

Questioning my faith, and all that I believe

And if this clock were to suddenly stop

Would it even mean...a damn thing to me



Once upon a time, I was sick of this town

So I packed up my life, and turned it around

And with nothing but the shirt on this back

And the melody of memories dancing in the sound



I never found what I went looking for

And I wound up here, just where I was before

So I ask myself what...was the point of it

Well I guess the rest would've been a bore



So what the hell can I do...to prove

That I'm worthy of existence...like you

And what the hell did I do...this time

To confess my best was never enough for you



A second-hand Fender, a first-hand glow

Composing my thoughts and composing my soul

A miseroiux freedom, for a fleeting moment

Taking me back...to where I want to go



Never learned to play, before it was gone

Never got these words, into the form of song

No I never...got to finish

Writing words to rhyme to sing all night long



So what the hell can I do...to prove

That I'm worthy of acceptance...like you

And what the hell did I do...this time

To release the beats so sweet that always pervade you



Between metal and emo, broken heart music

Three loves lost and a trail of pouting lips

So where was I...right before I woke up

Must've been asleep, not here in this bullshit



Ain't no real secret, Lost on this road

Somewhere between you, and where it goes

So where was I...right before I fell asleep

Must've been daydreaming about you so



So what the hell can I do...to prove

That I'm worthy of this love...from you

So what the hell did I do...this time

To fall so far I missed the scars left by you



Another day...and another long night...

Another what the hell...I shouldn't fight

Another time when I just can't understand

Why you're sleeping, but not at my right



Feeling the hands of fate, shying away from me

Questioning who I am, and what I believe

And if this clock...were to stop

Could it mean that even I could see



What the hell I can do...to prove

That honestly I only want to be...with you

And what the hell did I do...this time

To be alone and so cold and bold enough to be without you