Manmade and a bit obscene
Perfectly bitter-sweet
Ticker is keen
To move faster than its beat
Unlife is fair
Tiresome ways
Don't smell the air
End of living days
You ask too much of me
Being your friend
I need to see
Push away from heaven sent
Keep away I lie
Remembering your face
Deaf to my sigh
Cutting the road lace
Confused and hiding
As loud as I can scream
Apparently listening
Is all you care to seem


