I’m counting, and every minute’s like a thousand years.
I’m crying, and every minute’s like a thousand tears.
And when the clock pointed to midnight, I ran away.
I was always scared to face the light of day.
And I try to sit here, be calm, not think at all.
My mind won’t let me, deeper into my thoughts I fall.
And the sun is rising to my right.
I think I’ll hide away here tonight.
And I wish there was a way to get back home.