The Clock Strikes Ten

(Horrid thought as much as it can spend)
(I'm scared of being left behind in the end)

I've fallen underground, but I don't remember
"How did it feel?"
It feels like life has stripped my control from the wheel
Every word you craft to hurt gashes my skin, feels so real
Being left makes me collapse to the floor in a kneel

The clock strikes ten
I'm thinking of every little thing over again
My brain pushes far every horrid thought
As much as it can spend
I'm scared of being left behind in the end
The clock strikes ten
I'm thinking of every little thing over again
My brain pushes far every horrid thought
As much as it can spend
I'm scared of being left behind in the end

Climbed your cruel spire, dropped eight levels to the ground
Your tasks sisyphean
You watch me fail as my vision clouds
"It'd be a shame to stain my clothes"
"With the space you'd waste in my arms"
None remains as I depart

Can you just say you want me dead already? It's not that hard
It's not like you're beyond saying things that leave a mark
How fucking sad do you have to be to throw your dart
To triple sixty someone who's covered in scars?

The clock strikes ten
I'm thinking of every little thing over again
My brain pushes far every horrid thought
As much as it can spend
I'm scared of being left behind in the end
The clock strikes ten
I'm thinking of every little thing over again
My brain pushes far every horrid thought
As much as it can spend
I'm scared of being (What do you mean you don't have pronouns?)
Left behind in the end (Everyone has pronouns, dipshit)

(It came free with your fucking language, language, language)
Has Cupid's bow ever affected me?
Maybe once, but a dozen have come up to me
Maybe that's why I took up archery
To take control away from those who shot to taunt me

The clock strikes ten
I'm thinking of every little thing over again
My brain pushes far every horrid thought
As much as it can spend
I'm scared of being left behind in the end

(Left behind in the end)