17

The clock ticks, time goes by

I stay at the time everything stopped for me

Slow motion, in a state of commotion

But no noise could be louder than my screams

Home is just a comfort word, if you got no place to be

Alone is just an adjective, if you don't fear loneliness

Nightmares aren't scary anymore, when you live hauntingly

Dreams are now fairytales, which you don't believe in when you are 17

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