Why do i have to be the one who always tried to understand others?
Why do everthings have to be me?
Just why?
Where did i do wrong
Why must me?
Just why?
Why cant i just found the right one?
Why do you make me feel gulity?
It not even my fault
Why?
I guess i'm just not means to be made for anyone
I can't even understand a thing
Not even a single things
This pressure is seriously
Killing me!
YOU ARE READING
This is all about memories
RandomJust qoutes If you don't like don't read hiks I just write this for fun Broken english? Sorry
