time is ticking

slowly time is ticking
every second i am left alone i tear this photo apart
my thoughts jumble and mesh into one
that one thought all points away from the direction i want it to be
seconds turn to minutes minutes turn to hours
as sit shredding the good times seeing that one image over and over again in my head
i hope you know there's a reason i kept silent all this time
why i didn't question but it seems like i've made a mistake
and i should've asked you from the start
now i've made my own conclusions and you can't blame me for them
because it's the way you carry yourself what you say how you act
i'm allowed to make my guesses
the clock ticks as i lie in bed thinking about that night and what i saw
what runs through my mind are all those things that led me to believe my conclusion
sometimes i think the things you say are lies
and when that phrase comes out of your mouth i want to plug my ears
because i told you the day i met you i don't want to hear it if you don't mean it
and i have every right to think that you're lying to me or not telling me something that i should know
because i caught you once but kept silent because i thought that maybe one day you would tell me but it seems you're holding on to someone
i don't want to be a second choice or a play thingit seems like it at times
tick tick tick
that's all i think about now
who and what