If I could be the hands of a clock
Then I would finally have control of my life.
I could go back to when I did things wrong
And choose to make them right.
All those cold, lonely nights I spent
In self pity I could turn them into joy.
All the tears I shed, all the pain I felt
I could then avoid.
If I were the hands of a clock
I could be a child forever.
And then fast forward and grow up
To become whatever.
I could skip through all the talks
I never wanted to sit through
And hurry up to better times.
Or I could just get rid of it all
Fast forward through all the pain
And die.
