Ticking of the clock in sync of the beating the nearby heart.
How I wonder if you will be the one to keep it.
So, it won't rewind to the time,
I doubted everything that was said to me,
I truly hope this beating clock, that has been keeping my heart in sync now does not fade away.
For I will not know what to do,
if my clock hands seized to stop due to them being unwound by your words.
Oooh yes, those words you feed me, I have crave so deeply.
Turn that handle and feed those lines, for I must hear them.
The ones you tell me
I'm the one for you,
I'm your baby, the one who keeps your clock ticking.
These are some wounds you use to feed me.
Now you have stopped winding me up so.
You have my key for your my clockmaker,
the master to my clock.
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