Waiting all these days, I'm still standing in line.
Staring at the clock I question, when is my time?
As I watch the seconds, the presents now my past.
Nothing I can do that will make this second last.
They're gone so quick, but why should I care?
Every second that passes, death draws near.
I keep that on mind, but I try to forget.
try to stay positive, what is regret?
so I force myself to look ahead.
Looking to the future, cause the past is dead.
The past is dead.
Nothing is certain but time will stay true.
Still staring at the clock, what can I do?
The thoughts on my mind, but I know it's time.
Time for me to finally clock
Time for me to finally clock out.