• Tick tock, I think the clock is broken,
    It reads four thirty and the moon is bright.
    Once again, I see you there
    just like you were alive
    but I know that's just my memory in time.


    A memory in time, of long ago.
    When death was but a time down the road.
    Now, for you my friend, you made that real
    one night, click the click of a gun.
    Now, years down the road,
    questions remain, like the Why.

    Why...?
    There's a million of them.
    Why did you take you life from us?
    There's still no answer..
    Why didn't you come to me?
    I would have been your shoulder,
    I loved you, don't you know?

    I loved you, that's a funny statement.
    I wish I would have known this before it was too late.
    Now, I'm living through the broken heart,
    and shattered dreams.
    Why didn't I act on those feelings
    back when they were true?
    Back when I was curled up in your arms
    wrapped up in you.

    Now, it's all memories in time.
    Locked in my head,
    haunting me and
    teaching me.
    I'll carry on,
    yes
    Using your story, I'll carry on.