The clocks ticking away... 1.00, 2.00, 3.00, three hours flying by so fast, I’m just sitting here thinking you’ll come back to me, telling me you love me, I need you to tell me, what shall I do? should I carry on normal... or wait for you to come back to me, I just pray to God you do come back to me, because I’m loosing grip, my hearts pounding so fast, I still can feel your touch. I still can see your reflection on the window beside me. I can hear your voice echoing into my ear, louder and louder, it’s hurting me so much! you have caused me pain and hatred towards you. I hate you! I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.
Another three hours later, tick, tock, tick, tock, just staring at the clock nearly hitting six and I’m still thinking of you... my minds everywhere. One minute I love you, next minute I want you dead! I want you hurt, I want you out of my life, and I’m just so misplaced and confused. You’re not a sweet heart, I thought you were, you’re the total opposite you’re a miserable spoilt bastard.
You have changed my life, if I tried to look at another man I wouldn’t be able to because I was so in love with you. I would look at them and think WOW! But then I would quickly look down in distress and pause for a while and I would think to my self, all of them are going to turn out the same; you’ve changed my life from bright and happy to all gloomy and miserable. As the bright sun into the cold dark thunder.
I’ve just realised now it wasn’t me you loved was it? ... why the money...why couldn’t you love me for who I am, I’m looking at our cake, its right in front of me... hasn’t been touched, I’m just sitting here thinking if I do this the situation wont get better if I try to forget the past, I would think and see forbidden dreams that I know will never come true, I would wake up from these ridiculous forbidden dreams and I would clean up the mess I have made from the cake. As I wake from these forbidden dreams, I would know exactly how these people were feeling, and how shattered their life was, I know exactly how the American people felt, as their dream was ruined.
Help! Help! Help! ... I need answers, I can’t go on like this, maybe I’m loosing it, maybe I’m just a psycho, what is happening to me, I have gone insane... All I notice is a couple of chairs, few candles, I don’t see any one in front of me, or behind me... So all these hours, who have I been talking to, all this time I thought someone was there listening to my voice but I don’t notice no one, am I seriously insane! What has happened to me, what has he done to me?
