Times Up

Tick tock,tick tock
The sound of time upon the clock
They say time does never end
But for you it does,my good old friend
The end of us
So do not fuss
When the line grows cold
And nothing's left, but memories old
You'll look back, wondering why
Why we had to say good-bye
But the reason is this
I'm a person you do not miss
And for that my friend
Our time has come to an end
No more good mornings or good night's
No more laughs and no more fights
Just long agos and used to bes
I'm done with sitting on my knees
I'm standing up,and walking away
And there's nothing you can do or say
That will keep me here
When you are never near
So tick tock,tick tock
Our times run out upon the clock.

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