Icicles.

Time ticks away
Never fast enough
What are we rushing for?
If I could live a happy life I'd take it
The flickering pumpkins in windows I see
Or icicles hanging from Christmas trees
Are enough to win me over
They make me feel a child again
If I have to live a life in pain
Fear and sorrow pressing my chest in
Taking my things away
Taking me somewhere with needles in my veins
I would rather be dead by far
I would rather be dead by far.