Tick Tock

Does it frighten you how well I know you?
I can read you like a book
I see right through your skin
Like a window I am looking in
Your picture is of my own creation
I've painted your lines a thousand times before
The hues I've used are of grey and white
This is how I see you beneath my light
I could draw you with my eyes closed
As the image is etched into my brain
It hides beneath the surface
The same feeling that's pulsing through your veins
If you were a mathematical equation
One plus one would not be two
A story line so simple
Could never be the story of you
So how is it that I know this?
Perhaps better than you know it yourself
Because your story was written long ago
And was hidden high up on the shelf
You're workings are like a clock
You tick, tick, tock away
You think without your ticking
The whole world would stop one day
I assure you that it wont
The time will continue to fly right on by
Until one day you stop and realise
That you stand on your own
And this is the reason why
You see, your book has been read through
And was cast off to one side
For the same reason your picture hangs alone
Someone was lost within their own pride
Thinking too much about their ticking and their tock
Left a poor mans heart closed and locked