The leaves fall downs, the trees,
they quake
I'm finding it difficult to wake
The trees fall down,
even those you take
How much longer until i break?You pretend to care,
I know you won't
You pretend to love,
I know you don't
What is left for me to give?
Is there a reason for me to live?I've given all the trust i can
but i know you took my heart and ran
You ran away, you left me hereI have so much sorrow,
even if i gave it away
but i'll just keep on giving till the end on my dayI'll let you have it,
through everything you do
Bcos sometimes though it hurts
I can help but i want you
Even with the way you spoke,
it obvious that i'm addicted to being broke

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Poesiahe said that i used to be his favorite book, but he ripping off my pages to write her a novel