Sitting, silent,
Can't remember anything
Going, nowhere,
Try to ignore the sting

**Chorus**
Calling up so late
Trying to keep straight
As reality knocks
Drop a bag of rocks
Let it go
No need to hold
Let it go, go
Break the mold
Swing the bag of, rocks
**End Chorus**

Clock is, ticking,
Counting your life away
Slowly, slipping,
Further every day

**Chorus**

The eyes, watching
With scornful disapproval
Coldly, forcing,
A tired heart's removal

**Chorus**

08/26/2002

Posted on 09/20/2002
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