• 1, 2, 3, 4
    The endless counting in your head
    Over and over
    You're keeping track of time
    Tick tock
    The timer has started

    Numbers, words, and formulas
    Take hold of your brain
    Inference, analysis, and comprehension are the
    Concepts that capture your constant attention
    Your brain is enriched with knowledge with no feeling
    Your mind might be full of facts but you have no wisdom

    Rules and discipline
    Enforces your body to obey
    You're held by the chains made of your morality
    You're caught within the cage of your principles
    You always uphold justice without sympathy
    Your very existence becomes an obligation

    Love
    Grasps your heart made of ice
    Smiles, soft caresses, and simple pleasure
    Pains you and warms you
    So the anesthetic settles within your heart
    Eventually your heart gets filed away under her name
    In a desk that becomes long forgotten

    Tick tock
    She's getting away
    And you continue to count the cold numbers
    And you continue to read your books
    And you continue to lock yourself within your limitations
    1, 2, 3, 4
    Your time is up