Three in the morning

Sometimes at three in the morning
I stare up at the ceiling
Thinking about
Who I am
Who I want to be
Who I could be
Somehow it all falls into place
But when I wake up
Look in the mirror
My face with no make up on
Then back at the bed
Where it all fell into place
It doesn’t make sense anymore
So I look back at the mirror
Pull my hair back into a ponytail
Because I know
That today I’m just the girl in the ponytail
And tomorrow,
Well I guess I’ll have to wait
Till three in the morning