Waking up quarter past eleven
life's been slipping its way from me, now its seven
friends are asking what happened to the real me
I don't know what they mean by that
and I've always right here
dreaming of what I could be,
if I could muster an ounce of motivation
but sadly you can't see the me that I want to be
cause that is only something of fairy tales
I tell myself if I don't break I'll be okay
just hold a little longer don't break
but when I smile it's like I have try
I miss the times when I didn't cry at every little thing on my mind
and I'm not feeling shy
and if neverland was real, would it be worth to disappear
trying not to fall into habits
I can see myself miles and miles away from who I want to be
my thoughts are eating me kinda slow
but if I hold out now I'll make through somehow
I tell myself if I don't break I'll be okay
just hold a little longer don't break
but when I smile it's like I have try
I miss the times when I didn't cry at every little thing on my mind
and I'm not feeling shy
and if neverland was real, would it be worth to disappear
waking up quarter past eleven
life's been slipping its way from me, now its seven
