Tik Tok goes the clock,
It is Midnight and your boat starts to dock.
Raspy Winds go down your spine,
As you see the ocean began to turbine.
One, Two Three, Four, Five,
You better hold on for your live.
It is here,
It can smell your fear.
So listen quietly,
Or you will go to sleep so sightly.
Bang Bang goes the cannon,
Come on, your cards have been handed.
You then hear the sound,
As your heart starts to pound.
"Tik Tok", You are running out of time,
You are not about to be mine...
Written By: Amber LeAnn Hogan