It’s 11:30 PM
Night is young but heart is old
I miss you, the one I’m waiting for
I have no idea whom I’m waiting for
But I shouldn’t, right? I shouldn’t wait for someone to save me.
What is there to be saved? Or maybe someone to open my heart out?
I always told myself stop waiting, stop thinking about someone to save you, to fill you up.
You should be doing that by yourself
But I tried… I can’t help it.
I miss the unknown
Midnight Scars 