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Kyuil L. A hidden friendI glance, a worthless tool Waving his silver hand How he drives me mad He says he’s a friend Sweet lies of a snake I ignore the temptation And sing my blissful melody Click Clock Click Clock Joined with the beat Find myself marching A child without will Struggling, to no avail Boggled down by Your incessant ticking I stubbornly persist onward Click Clock Click Clock My ears, driven to insanity My life, gasping for breath My soul, lost amidst the madness …………………………….. I hear a beautiful crescendo. An ignorant child, blinded By the beauty of the world Arrogant with no bounds Music contains soul Built of flesh and bones A body held together By a steady beat Without rhythm You would surely die A homeless soul Unable to express yourself Click Clock Click Clock I guide Music to its rightful path Click Clock Click Clock I am the metronome. |
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