what's wrong with me
I denied all about you
but they tell me my words for you is so beautiful
I don't know why
maybe they're written for you
you're beautiful
beauty inner and out
but they don't know
and what you don't know
all i feel is rage
anger and frustration
your favorite song come up
whisper to my ears
i write down the lyrics
but it never comes close to what i feel
if action can be translated by words
you'll see a fire start on my chest
when i caught you accidentally
still keep her picture and
my mind starts replay your moment with her
I've never envied a stranger much before
but she did well
I keep thinking the exact moment i lost you
I would like to write how my eyes burn
at 2 am every night
stuck to relieve ourselves from old memories
and killing the chances to create a new ones for us
this is how I learned to stop giving fuck
this is how I learned to get out from my fucking feelings
these were always my last words
to him every time I walked away for good - t.z
