17:00
It's 17:05 chain me up on cross
And pierce the veil
of love on my face kiss me
and make sure that the wind
doesn't blow the veil away
Make me feel tired
with a heart beating slow
Like its wednesday on 17:05
After a long day waiting for the night to come
Take me to war
As your metal shield
I promise I'll protect you
Even though the time could be 17:05
For me to watch my favorite show
but still I'll choose
to go with you
Whenever it's 17:05
My mind becomes a tailor man
Who tails only you on my mind
My heart becomes a scratched CD
That keeps beating your name
Again and again
I hate this time but in some sick twisted way
i enjoy it because whenever it's 17:05 i know
it's time for sacrificing my time and duties
By going out and checking on you
To see if your lips still smile when i dawn
If your eyes still blink glitters of love when i look into you
If your hands still gets warm when i hold them
if i still rock your world
17:05 is like a storm to me today because you weren't here
on my hands to hold you tight am alone physical
but with only your thoughts on my mind
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