I look at you, I see the signs,
I start to play the waiting game;
it's an hour before midnight
as you start to forget my name.
Everybody once admired
your eloquent turn of phrase;
it's forty-five to midnight
when you can't recall the days.
It seems like only yesterday
I was a child who needs you;
it's twenty minutes to midnight
when I have to start to feed you.
It's five away from midnight
as I tearfully kiss you goodbye...
and the clock chimes midnight
as you softly slip away to die.
I start to play the waiting game;
it's an hour before midnight
as you start to forget my name.
Everybody once admired
your eloquent turn of phrase;
it's forty-five to midnight
when you can't recall the days.
It seems like only yesterday
I was a child who needs you;
it's twenty minutes to midnight
when I have to start to feed you.
It's five away from midnight
as I tearfully kiss you goodbye...
and the clock chimes midnight
as you softly slip away to die.
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