when the second hand begins to count

shatter this frustration deep inside

every aching beat

every day inside

every laugh I can’t realize

pain bursting up inside

colors I can’t match

paint a photograph

like the rain never ends

choose a million directions

scream through the hours

when the second hand begins to count

without definition

without a shinning star

empty this hope away

contain my weakness

when we look less tragic

when we look ever after

the aftermath of your memories

all the days we define

choose the perfect meaning

choose the perfect ending

every story we tell

every book we read

every day without you

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