A time BOMB
A clock ticking inside my brain,
I’m about to go insane,
To fall of a cliff of icy stones,
To break my neck in a batch of gnomes,
To kill this pleasant pain of mine.
I feel like wine,
Like a glass splinter in my eye.
I think I want to cry,
I think I must die
For you to be mine.
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