And this is how the impossible just did

The clock is ticking till my end.
Ticking with the same old noise that I hate.
Just because he enjoys to count my time.

Waves of eternity are washing my soul,
waves of coldness and pain.
That I had to carry,
While I'm reputed as insaine.

And this is how the impossible just did,
suddenly the clock had stoped.
No more tickings, no more dials.
No more after he had stoped.
Now, the stone fell from my heart,
melt into the endlessy emty space,
that I used to be in,
Without even know why.

The clock was ticking till his end,
hanged on the yellow wall.
Without even know what he do.
The time is rushing now,
but I don't know it from now.
Since he had broken,
I have no worries.

And this is how the impossible just did,
suddenly the clock had stoped.
No more tickings, no more dials.
No more after he had stoped.
Now, the stone fell from my heart,
melt into the endlessy emty space,
that I used to be in,
Without even know why.