12:20 A.M.

Perhaps I’ve lived too many lives and none at all

At the young age of twenty

I’ve told some lies and then some

I still believe in true love but

I don’t think anyone’s coming to save me

I still find myself pretending

Slipping into that safe, isolated place

It’s better here then there

People still give me tension

My smile isn’t as quick as it used to be

I feel sorry for something I can’t place

I don’t miss much but

I think I’m missing more

Ever since I started missing you