as the clocks passes the number four
she enters the harsh realm known of Gor.
five o'clock hits my how time goes
fights break out..friends become foes
At the six a half way mark
she starts a new with a fresh new start
Her heart finds joy as it reaches seven
a whole new world the angel's in heaven
clocks hit eight
my how love turns to hate
flashes by nine
she bitches, moans and whine
at the stike of ten..
please oh make this end
still goes by the eleven mark
she finds herself alone in the park
staring out as it hits twelve
time for a new world she needs to dwell
back to one a circle of life..
her trust is breech her heart cut with a knife
lost in time..lost in space
the clock keeps moving and fast quicken pace
always moving never knowing the end
all she can do is enjoy life and mend
One day it will stop..that day no one knows
but no matter what ..her life she will never throw
had her chance one faithful day
but a good friend came her way
watches the clock spinning fast
takes a deep breath for thats all in the past
Starts a new life as friends part there way
sighs..real softly for thats all she can say!