"Tick, tock," whispers a clock On a mantelpiece beside A dusty photograph: Someone he used to love Broke and beaten His heart was torn asunder By beauty and loneliness Beauty and loneliness Was it him or was it them Pushing away? Was it him or was it her Wishing she could stay? "Tick, tock," whispers a clock On a mantelpiece beside A dusty photograph: Someone he used to love. More