I want to cry, cry really badly.
He wants me to support him,
For the things I want to run away from.
Deep inside, it stings, of all the things he does.
Why never with me?
Is that girl, better than I am?
Every time I think,
I feel like I could have done something more,
Or maybe different.
I hate how I'm still in despair.
No matter how much I recover,
This all still comes crawling back,
With more pain than ever.
I can't wait to run away,
From all of this.
This damsel weeps inside, lost than ever.
He wants me to support him,
For the things I want to run away from.
Deep inside, it stings, of all the things he does.
Why never with me?
Is that girl, better than I am?
Every time I think,
I feel like I could have done something more,
Or maybe different.
I hate how I'm still in despair.
No matter how much I recover,
This all still comes crawling back,
With more pain than ever.
I can't wait to run away,
From all of this.
This damsel weeps inside, lost than ever.
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