Tick-Tock . . . .Tick-Tock . . . .Tick-Tock,
Grinning ridiculously with it's dat,
Goes the black cat clock,
Just like the silly old Cheshire Cat.
I can remember that certain day,
That day when I cauight the White Rabbit,
Foolishly I followed not knowing what was to come, oh nay!
Claiming insanity was not so good a choice, yet . . .
My one day of happiness wasn't the day when I was born,
Nor the day I found 'love',
It was the day I was torn,
From this world that people call Earth.
I was always wishing to get away,
To free myself of pain,
But I obviously wished one too many,
For this is turning into a life-threatening game.
Cring myself to sleep,
Waking up with tears,
Forcing myself to get up,
Have I been lying to myself all of these years?
I always knew I was a lost child,
My sorrows deepened by love,
Those who seemed to mean the most,
Seemed to fade as though I knew nothing of.
What a cruel world this has become,
Dark, eerie, demented and twisted,
Just like my heart, no longer beating and numb,
I lovate this place around me!
I want to escape,
But where would I go?
If I go back to Earth and tell my tale,
All's they would do is jeer and jape.
Hoping that someday soon,
I can leave this place,
And not be considered a loon,
Just hoping, praying . . . .
My only comfort, was that of a white rabbit,
As well as a grinning, tricking cat,
No body believes me,
No body hears me.
No body understands,
What I went through to tell you the tale,
That would take longer than the timing sands,
Of my adventures in Wonderland.
Grinning ridiculously with it's dat,
Goes the black cat clock,
Just like the silly old Cheshire Cat.
I can remember that certain day,
That day when I cauight the White Rabbit,
Foolishly I followed not knowing what was to come, oh nay!
Claiming insanity was not so good a choice, yet . . .
My one day of happiness wasn't the day when I was born,
Nor the day I found 'love',
It was the day I was torn,
From this world that people call Earth.
I was always wishing to get away,
To free myself of pain,
But I obviously wished one too many,
For this is turning into a life-threatening game.
Cring myself to sleep,
Waking up with tears,
Forcing myself to get up,
Have I been lying to myself all of these years?
I always knew I was a lost child,
My sorrows deepened by love,
Those who seemed to mean the most,
Seemed to fade as though I knew nothing of.
What a cruel world this has become,
Dark, eerie, demented and twisted,
Just like my heart, no longer beating and numb,
I lovate this place around me!
I want to escape,
But where would I go?
If I go back to Earth and tell my tale,
All's they would do is jeer and jape.
Hoping that someday soon,
I can leave this place,
And not be considered a loon,
Just hoping, praying . . . .
My only comfort, was that of a white rabbit,
As well as a grinning, tricking cat,
No body believes me,
No body hears me.
No body understands,
What I went through to tell you the tale,
That would take longer than the timing sands,
Of my adventures in Wonderland.