Untitled - (at 12 or 13)

Watching hands on the clock move
Isn't my favorite hobby
Wasting time and my hope
Dilluting the life left inside me

Two months and counting
Don't be like my formers
Seems I keep getting locked
and lost in your corners

The path to you winds too
Drastically to follow
Are the feelings that I gave you
Just too thick to swallow?