For my whole life, I've never be
someone's favorite.
No one loved me the way I did.
Or did I ever love myself?
Did I ever do self well treated?
I wonder what's my purpose in loving
Maybe giving myself enough is enough.
Hours, days, weeks, months, and years
always ended up with the thought
"I'll never be special" at last.
Tell me how it feels.
How does it feel to be loved?
What's the taste of an unlimited hug?
Tell me: am I being too difficult? Is it hard?
I envy all couples.
How does it become real from fake scenarios?
How you guys don't get confused
Every time I liked someone, I felt used.
Some others say, Just wait for someone you deserve.
Why not now? when and where?
It is so unfair,if they're not the one,
Just let me feel love and suffer
