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The Longing by Michael
No, I only
It’s late at night, ‘got work to do Yet I find it hard to care There’s little life outside these walls Unless you count the black and grey
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The clock is ticking, tick, tick-tock Yet all I do is sigh
So much to do, so little time So little care, no hope at all I’m burning out, like one old candle, Oh god, please give me life again!
But wait… she’s typing something one more time So there might be hope at last! Except it’s just a lonely message saying, “can’t help, so sorry, bye.”
GAH!!!!! I close my eyes, and shut them tight While the clock goes, tick, tick-tock
And you must think I want some pity No, I only want to feel The clock is ticking faster My heart is pounding faster The world is spinning ‘round and ‘round ‘Till I just slowly sink and fall
Why do you sit here, crying? 12:01… Not much done, nothing at all actually All that’s on my mind is her. Who? I don’t even know
There’s emptiness, there’s void, but at the very end of it all? A yearning for connection
