12inthemorning

It's twelve in the morning, am I feeling okay?

My unread messages, they keep me wide awake

I get so caught up with the things I say

The things I say like it was yesterday

Every single time I put my phone out

Every time I see your name, I freak out

Wishing I could tell you what I'm thinking bout

But I'm afraid that if I told you, you would cut me out

Of your life, cut me out for life

I'm afraid that you gon cut my username out with your knife

I just hope you know I ain't 'vealing my feelings out of spite

I can tell you all my reasons, you just hear me out, alright?