It's 11:11 PM and I'm awake thinking of you
I shouldn't be, because it's killing me that
Other than picture your face, there's nothing I can do

Isn't 11:11 the time your supposed to make a wish?
Well, tonight that's all I can do -
Dream, pray, and wish

I wish I could be something more
I wish I would stop torturing myself
And I wish I could talk to someone about it

But it's 11:11

Who would I talk to? My best friend?
She's probably asleep and even if she wasn't, she couldn't understand -
She doesn't know you

I wish I could talk to you about the way I feel
But that would be weird on so many levels
And might make things worse

My heart is filled with so many confusing emotions
I'm frustrated with myself for being shy
I'm jealous and because of that I'm sad

The only thing I know to do is cry
Not because I'm some strange emo kid
But because there's nothing I can do

I can't do anything because
I'm shy and don't know how to talk to you
And also because, it's 11:11

So I guess I'll just keep on dreaming of you

And wishing



it's 11:11