Time flies,
But I don't know it.
Everyone cries,
But they can't show it.
The clock is still tick-tick-ticking on,
Soon the people who used to visit are now all gone.
The monitor keeps a steady beat,
It doesn't fade or falter,
Hope it still keeps.
But what hope is there?
For a man who's half gone,
The time keeps it's ticking,
like an active bomb
This ticking, from this forsaken clock
Please, please, oh please! - just make it stop,
I may not be able to move my limbs,
But the sound still finds its way in.
It's a sound that makes a mute man scream,
it would make a deaf man thank his lucky stars,
All of this progress I've made,
or so they say,
I can hear talk of 'getting closer?'
Closer to what,
is all I can ask,
My recovery, my life?
Or perhaps my death?
This ticking, I fear,
Has made me insane,
although I can't be sure,
All I know is that this ticking is the cause,
I can just no longer endure,
So goodbye, I can't hold on anymore,
I'm sorry, but I need to let go,
Who would welcome back an old man,
Gray hair, and full grown?
They'd all be strangers,
and I know they wouldn't welcome me
This pain, this insanity,
It's too much to bare, so goodbye,
I'm letting go,
So goodbye,