Everything I\'m doing feels numbered
Every thought is about if that was the last time
How many more times will I cut my bangs
How many more times will I do my makeup
How many more beats will my heart have
How many hearts will I break
Everything is numbered
And I\'m counting down
I\'m happy with life
But I\'m also waiting for it to be pulled from under me
When will the clock stop ticking
.t.b.