The Counting...
When you started the Counting Long time before you know That you have finished counting A very long time ago
Time did really hurt you In many different ways No matter how you tried to Pain lives on, and stays
Sounds in your laughter Are echoes in your cry You'll know, but only after It's late, the reason why
Luring, bitter, and haunting Those echoes in your head When you started the Counting Time was already dead |