By Judy (judyp@discoveryhealth.co.za)
Date: 11 January 2000

Tick Tock

Tick Tock, Tick Tock
My clock.

It has been some time
That you are not mine.
We still talk ... not the same
We have each other to blame.
You should have spoken to me
The truth you see.
And me,
I could still be happy.
We took the leap
We both fell deep.
I miss you,
I love you
Do you the same with me?

Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Please make the pain stop!