Tick Tock

The pain to know
To know love goes away
Yea, it's true, love fades
It's like Cinderella,
But with a sad end, ah.
Once that tick Tock,
The sound of the clock,
Once it warns us of the strike,
The strike of twelve,
We feel like hell,
Been rained on all year,
Not even a year,
Probably a month,
Of him whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
I don't blame you for having no fear,
But as that clock strikes twelve,
Tick Tock tick tock his fist in the air,
About to strike you,
Now here comes the fear.
As the clock tick tocks and your love will disappear