I'm a bomb about to explode,
Tick, tick, tick goes my heart,
It's ready to implode,
Tear right apart.
The fuse is inching shorter,
And the sparks are shooting off,
Step back a foot or two,
I don't want to hurt you.
When I no longer tick,
When the sparks stop shimmering,
When I lose myself completely,
You'll know that I was sick.
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