Evanescence

The clock on wall is gently ticking,

The shine is fading out of you eyes.

You thoughts meanwhile keep slowly disappearing,

A life… The thing you've got, but then return as price.

Now tell me, is it unaffordable?

You want to change the place where you exist...

You've smelled the world, it feels like rotten,

they say it's all because you are misanthropist.

You've always thought it is result… well i would say it's up to you.

But does it have a sense?

You've closed your eyes already...

So what i'm gonna do? dissolve the glue.