Plumbed!

Ever since you said good bye,

I have stopped seeing the time.

What's the point of hearing that TIK-TIK...

TIK- TIK...,

if the time is not mine!

Sticked there, waiting for you,

is something unhappening of me.

Not coming, not attending me,

why do you be an alibi?

I play back foot

while playing with you...

You don't allow me to score,

plumbed OUT...

and don't give me a chance one more.

Is there any second inning?