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The Clock’s Last Whisper AI Song

Music Created by AI Song Generator of Style smooth liquid drums, piano, regret, haunting

The Clock’s Last Whisper

The Clock’s Last Whisper

smooth liquid drums, piano, regret, haunting

2024-10-21 20:43:36

The Clock’s Last Whisper

The Clock’s Last Whisper

smooth liquid drums, piano, regret, haunting

2024-10-21 20:43:36

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Lyrics

[Verse 1] It’s 11 PM, the night feels right, Just seven hours ‘til the morning light. But here I am, lost in the glow, Scrolling through stories, where did the time go? “Just one more meme,” I tell myself again, But minutes turn to hours, where do I begin? [Chorus] Stealing my time, stealing my sleep, This screen's a thief, and the price is steep. In the quiet of night, I lose my way, As the clock whispers softly, “You’re wasting the day.” [Verse 2] It’s 12:30 now, still feelin' fine, Five and a half hours, just one more line. Caught in a loop, I laugh and scroll, Each tap pulls me deeper, I’ve lost control. “What’s the harm?” I say, just one more post, But dawn’s creeping in, and I’m feeling like a ghost. [Chorus] Stealing my time, stealing my sleep, This screen's a thief, and the price is steep. In the quiet of night, I lose my way, As the clock whispers softly, “You’re wasting the day.” [Verse 3] It’s 1:45, I’m in too deep, Only four hours left, but I can’t hit sleep. Just one more video, just one more round, Chasing the laughter, but it's lost in the sound. Each roll of my eyes back to the clock’s glow, Promises of rest fade with every scroll. [Chorus] Stealing my time, stealing my sleep, This screen's a thief, and the price is steep. In the quiet of night, I lose my way, As the clock whispers softly, “You’re wasting the day.” [Bridge] Now the shadows stretch, and the night wears thin, Fingers ache from the scrolling, where do I begin? What’s left of the night? Just a blink, a sigh, As the clock’s last whisper tells me goodbye. [Chorus] Stealing my time, stealing my sleep, This screen's a thief, and the price is steep. In the quiet of night, I lose my way, As the clock whispers softly, “You’ve wasted the day.” But tomorrow will come, and I'll fight the fight, Learning to break free, to reclaim my night.