11:11

All the 11:11 wishes I have wasted
Borrowing someone else's prayers, hmm
All the rainbows I have missed and
Watched them fade to grey
Counting drops of rain
On my phone screen
Wind kept me going
You kept on blowing on my birthday cake
But now

An open letter
To all the things I couldn't be and I

Guess, I'll feel better
Knowing that somewhere in the black hole
I'm still me
I'm still me

Waking up one day in April
To find all you've ever known
Is just some cardboard on your hardwood floor
Search the stage day and night for a trap door
Only to find the creep's initials are your own, oh no

Pride kept me going
They cut my soul for everyone to take
But now

An open letter
To all the things I couldn't be and I

Guess, I'll feel better
Knowing that somewhere in the black hole
I'm still me, hmm

I'm still born in the same September breeze
I'm still me
I'm still good at school
For someone who can't sleep, I'm
I'm still playing with the same barbies
One day I become who I was meant to be



Credits
Writer(s): Chiara Camillieri
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