Hands of The Clock

I sit alone and watch as the time flies
How it slowly counts down the day
How it mocks me so
It gets harder and harder to think
The clock chock full of hypocrisy,
And extreme deception,
Leaving me to consider,
When I designed this,
I was obsessed with time,
Watchin it count down to the end of my time,
Watchin it kill me from inside,
And now as I once again sit and gaze,
Drink from its insanity,
I am left to do its bidding,
It's blinding demands,
And forced law,
When I look into myself all I can see,
All I know,
Are my own mistakes and the tick of the clock...
Wasting it all on the hands of the clock