I married the pain, Now, I’m numb. The screaming silence That weakened my joints, Applauding, laid me in this chair that was designed, To make me remember Remember my wedding night. It speaks in the little things, The clock ticking, reminding me of The precious time wasted, sitting In this designed seat. The songs of the birds, Mocking me for my injailment, For my inability to stand, And cherish what was once mine To cherish. Then l feel it - the urge I feel it....but it's Too little, too little To break free Free from this signed contract That has ... That has my name in ink that won’t wash out, And a grip around my throat that calls it love I pull, but the rope remembers me better than I remember myself Every breath is a signature I didn't mean to give, So I sit, and ask the clock: Did you ever make a pact with the sun and moon to show up on time, or does time only love them, and leave the rest of us behind? And the clock only answered with another tick, like it had already forgotten my name..