I woke up this morning feeling fine
I didn't need to breathe in, I didn't need to lie
Then something happened in the middle of the night
When I reached for you only to realise
It's over, it's dusting
The loyalty's distrusting
You are not here and you are not real
Just memories encrusting
My poor mind is bustling
You are not here and it's so unideal
I hate what I feel
I hate what I feel
I hate what I feel
I wake up too sobered for a mess of a mind
I didn't need to call but I called a few times
'Cause something happens in the middle of the night
When I reach out for you but you are not mine
It's over, it's dusting
The penalty's disgusting
You are not here and you are not fair
Memory's encrusting
My poor mind is tussling
You are not here and it's so bare
I hate what I feel
I hate what I feel
I hate what I feel
I hate what I feel
I hate what I feel
I hate what I feel
I hate what I feel
I hate what I feel
YOU ARE READING
Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
