tick tock you listen to the clock
time goes by and you are sitting alone
with a pen in your hand and a paper in your lab
listening the rain outside
and the wind knocking on your windows
you start to write
all the things you didn't said
what you didn't do
and all the chances you left fly away
and then you start to write the things you did
the things you dared and the chances you took
you realise that what you did and the chances you took
made you heart break each time even more
that's explain the way you are now
afraid of trying once more
fearing of getting hurt once more
time goes by and you are sitting alone
with a pen in your hand and a paper in your lab
listening the rain outside
and the wind knocking on your windows
you start to write
all the things you didn't said
what you didn't do
and all the chances you left fly away
and then you start to write the things you did
the things you dared and the chances you took
you realise that what you did and the chances you took
made you heart break each time even more
that's explain the way you are now
afraid of trying once more
fearing of getting hurt once more
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