The clock ticks on,
You still weren't there...

It's getting dark,
Too dark to see...

I feel cold,
Lonely and hurt...

I'm looking in the mirror,
Who is that looking back...

The urge is strong,
This feeling great...

Little fingers,
Little toes...

The burn of a razor doesn't compare,
To the burn in my heart...

A boy I know sits next to me,
Though he's there I never see...

The hands spin, the clock goes faster.
Time flies by, and I can't stop it...

Fire engulfs the house,
The gasoline helped it spread quick...

Screams echoing,
Through the house...

Birth,
Growth...