Tick, Tock

Tick, tock, tick, tock

My life revolves around this f*****g clock,

It's 6:00 AM and I'm still not in bed,

Because there's so many thought swimming

In my head,

I try to do anything to keep me occupied,

Cause I just smoked a fat bowl, and I am

OH so tired,

Because I was just about to go insane,

I look out the window to see the rain,

Cause there's nothing else to do, and my

Life is getting plain,

Now it's quiet and I'm really high,

There's nothing to do again, and I don't

Know why,

I'm sitting in a small room looking at the wall,

I'm getting clastropholice, and the ceiling looks like

It's ready to fall,

Then I think back to how all this started,

Then I remember, it was because I was

Broken-Hearted