again

I've tried,
tried keeping myself busy.

I've tried,
even tried privating it.

But those numbers,
they lure me back,
back to check if you missed me.

Does your clock turn anti-clockwise?
Or are you really that heartless,
to ignore me.

Now what's scary isn't that skytick,
but rather,
those numbers that prove
you don't want me.

Sorry

Hey there,
Its me.

Bet you're already tired,
Of all the bullshit I've dragged you in.

How glad could you be,
When you saw I wasn't free.

Freedom, it'll soon be back to we.
I'll leave,
Slowly but surely.

Just give me a little bit more time,
And you'll be finally free,
From me.