Its 3:33 im sitting here alone. Wondering if you are dreaming of me.
Maybe if your awake you noticed the time.
If so i hope its me that crossed your mind.
This time seems to pass so slow.
These numbers on the clock still glow. 3:33
Not a minute has passed since i missed you last.
With every minute gone gets me further from the past.
The future seems to take its time and the present well i open my eyes.
3:33.
Not a moment has passed.