Clocks

I've been wandering these streets for what feels like forever

Chasing the last ray of sun, letting it guide me back to where I came from.

But I can't go back not yet. No, I can't go back. Not yet.

I wish that I could stop time, make the clocks stop, make the clocks stop. Keep them from

spinning

I wish that I could stop time, make the clocks stop, make the clocks stop. Keep them from

spinning

I've been mutating and shape shifting until I became this new version. I still don't know if I

like myself or not, but one thing's clear: I am not the same. I still don't know if I like myself or

not, but one thing's clear: I am not the same.

I wish that I could stop time, make the clocks stop, make the clocks stop. Keep them from

spinning