Ticking... Tocking...

Ticking... Tocking...

Everyone always wants more of me...

When they have me, they mistreat me.

When they don't, they desire more of me...

For when I run out, you can never get me back.

Ticking... Tocking...

You use me not very wisely...

But still, don't despise me.

I will always be needed. That's a guarantee.

For you hold on to memories, apparently...

Ticking... Tocking...

You may question what I am...

But you must remember...

I have all the time in my hands.