A/N: I wrote this at a time I was feeling really down on myself about my crush. I was going through the whole "does he/doesn't he like me?" shtick, and at the time I wrote this, I was leaning towards the latter. It's basically me being frustrated and kind of crazy and neurotic. :o) The title is a reference to Cinderella, and for some reason, it just seemed fitting, since midnight was a time of chaos and disillusionment.
"The Clock Strikes Twelve"
I'm half past melodramatic
About a quarter 'til psychotic
I'm a few after borderline manic
And somewhere along the way
I broke the hour glass
So who's even keeping count anymore?
Something's flying, but it sure ain't time
And damned if I even know why
I reach into my bag of tricks
And all I get is another papercut
I smear the droplet of blood on my finger
It's a wasted grain of metallic life
Sugar, spice, and everything nice…
Boy, have I got a damn sweet tooth
Because all this salt has
Filled my veins with red salt water
And it's left me feeling kinda bitter
Maybe enough chocolate will un-jade me?
And I want to stop and smell the roses
Won't you please bring me flowers?
And maybe you can be my valentine
I mean, who cares if it's not February?
It's just the principle of the matter
That matters to me
Who ever said chemistry was defined by
Electrons, Greek letters, and elemental movement?
All I know is that my charge repels you
Which makes me think that if
We're one and the same,
Then why are we so far apart?
I must seem crazy, talking in clichés
And I suppose that maybe I am
I know I'm not perfect, but I want to be
And the least I can strive for is perfection in your eyes
Doesn't that count for something?
Don't I count for anything?