You are my 11:11
You go through my mind 24/7
When I think about there being an us
I can’t believe it could be true so on 11:11 I wish for you
You race through my mind as if you are the runner trying to get to the finish line
But every time I open my eyes I only know i just fantasize about there be an us
But I feel like a little piece of string holding on by a thread and then you get a scissor cutting me off to leave me cold and dead
Why did I even picture you in my head
Just to reminisce that you wouldn’t of dreamt me dead