Four corners, neatly cleaned
Bone white clock
Counts away
Seconds of life
Another year
Passes away
Quietly, carefully
Wrapped
In promises of change
How many times must I look back?
Counting my mistakes
How many lives like mine
Begin and end each day?
Slowly moving, shifting shapes
Dead memories, wandering
Lost
Stealing my sleep
Another year
Passes away
Quietly, carefully
Wrapped
In promises of change
How many times must I look back?
Counting my mistakes
How many lives like mine
Begin and end each day?
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