It's 18 minutes to midnight.
18 minutes to the day you promised
But all i feel is disappointment
Because i thought i could trust you
I thought i could expect something else from you
But in the end it's back to this feeling again
Loneliness and rejection
The clock is ticking
I'm still hoping
And my faith is breaking apart piece by piece
Torn away by hands of indifference
I thought to myself
Maybe you're too tired and you overslept
Maybe the project is taking way longer than you expected
Or maybe, just maybe
You forgot.
Or you didn't care in the first place.
Or maybe you regret asking me.
Either way, it's now 14 minutes to midnight
And you're still not answering.