it’s soon 11, i hope i get some rest
and wake up tomorrow, so refreshed
like a miracle
born in an obstacle
hope i can disconnect
from all that gives me stress
but if i confess
don’t think i can impress
it’s way too much
and i never asked
pulse can feel my touch
and it makes me scared
cause it’s going fast
don’t you think i care?
about my mighty future
it’s steady as a rumor
aware it’s getting sooner
so i hide the pain,
with a bit of humor

the clock just turned eleven,
should probably rest
yeah, i think that is for the best
can overthink when tomorrow arrives
in case i don’t take my own advice
and my feelings won’t harmonize
as my thoughts can’t compromise
to future me, i apologize
i wish you luck for the day
hope your pessimist stays away
sure, that’s easy for me now to say
either way, i hope you find a way
trust me, you will be okay