Tick, tick, tick, it screams
As it tries to keep her from her dreams.
She turns over twice
And becomes as cold as ice,
As the memories from the day
Start to make their way
Into her head,
By squirming through her bed.
She wishes it would end
And that she had a friend
That she could tell
How she feels like she's in hell.
And everyday she tried
To fight the urge to cry,
But today those tears came through
Because she found out that it was true.
