Four corners, neatly cleaned
 Bone white clock
 Counts away
 Seconds of life 

 Another year
 Passes away
 Quietly, carefully
 Wrapped
 In promises of change 

 How many times must I look back
 Counting my mistakes
 How many empty lives like mine
 Begin and end each day 

 Slowly moving, shifting shapes
 Dead memories, wandering
 Lost
 Stealing my sleep