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Take me back to the start,
let me rewrite my history.
Find a different passion to consume me.
see different vivid pictures that would haunt me.
I can't change the past.
But i can change time.

I have been here for hours moving the hour hand in reverse on my wristwatch.
waiting, hoping to go back to when I was young and rewrite everything.
I am in dying hopes. I just want my childhood to return.
To actually do what my father told the night before things shattered.
maybe if I obeyed this divorce wouldn't of mattered.

still Here I sit 15 years later, changing the time on a broken clock.
I think of all I have seen and done.
I wish I could set myself free.
But I imprisoned my life in sound waves.
But, who is listening. When I cant even apologize for my foolishness.
I cant sleep for All I here is "Tick Tock"
the sounds of a clock haunt me in my sleep.
Its been time for me to leave but I can't wake up.
I might of missed the call.

well here I sit still fiddling with this fucking clock.
Fuck It, I will resort to anger and obscenity.
I wasted too much time to paint a vivid picture of my tragedy.
To try and save a life. Well fuck it, I cant change what I have done.
So I will cuss at this piece of shit clock.
because i can't prevent my life from going down the drain
and I still manage to try and help others.
I speak empty unpracticed advice
no practice or preaching just over speaking and underachieving
Use shallow empty words to explain my pain.
and every word between a noun will be made of a purposeless cuss.
For I am the son of a thousand fucks.

once again with the watch in hand.
closing my eyes on my empty cold bed
picturing changing life haunting events
wishing for not a second chance but a new light
i struggle to much to be polite.
My regret kicks in and I bury the feeling with anger
aggression, violence and foul language to cover my scars.
I cant apologize for what i have done but my guilt is high
high enough to barley squeeze by.
oh, how i wish I was different.
and fuck this broke ass clock.
it makes an arousing sound when it hits my drywall
so I might just need to add another hole in my hall of holes.
just for my simple anger relief fix.
to drown out the simple irrational thought
That moving this hour hand in reverse
will rewrite my history.