"Tick Tock"

Lying here alone again

listening to my clock

haunted with every tick, every tock

Every minute that passes is but a mock

Time knows my heart won't mend

The phone lies silent on the wall

but I keep hoping for a call

Despair has taken me

under her wing

We've become quite acquainted

Is it really so much to ask for something pure, simple, and plain

to fix the sorrow, lies, and pain ?

Do the angels have no love for me ?

I'm tired, battered, broken, bruised to the bone

I belong nowhere, my heart has no home

After years of torture...

of being fat and "ugly" and so much more

Now I'm an "overly done selfish conceited whore"

My heart is on the line, it crashes to the ground

You leave me standing here..

you leave without a sound