in 11:11, I asked God, âwhy do I deserve this?â
whenever I try to forget and move forward and make things better
I would always get mocked or tormented
I'm trying to make it up to you
but you keep pushing me away
I'm trying to reach out your hand
but you keep pulling away
I don't know what to do anymore
but I keep hoping
I keep dreaming
I keep wishing
I still love you so I'll continue putting up with you
I'll continue to suffer for you
I'll take it all because that's all is left for me to do
11:11, I still wish to be with you
11:11, but I am not good for you
11:11, for you, I'm just nothing anymore
11:11, but I still I wanna be with you
11:11, but I hope for nothing