The Ticker Tick, tock You ignore the way he spends all day trying to say "hey" as if it makes it all okay Tick, tock Memories recollect of his lack of intellect as he erected his defected self Tick, tock His smile all the while so vile you smell bile within a mile of him, but he's in denial Tick, tock There's no fun, you're done, staring down the sun knowing he's won the hearts of everyone, just like you once, hon Tick, tock But the lies he defies are far cries for a prize so unwise and he tries to be a disguise, flies from a demise catching up to him Tick, tock You're sick of the dick and he can't pick at the chick that's like a burning wick with a flame that licks... Or a clock after too many ticks.
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