Questions swirling around my head,
Answers that I'd wish to be fed.
Curiosity that leads me to stressful situations,
Asking myself if I'm perfect or I build complications.
Am I not enough? Was I just a mistake?
The questions still unidentified and the answers trying to be rake.
Where did I go wrong? Am I not worth the love you're supposed to fight for?
I never thought you wouldn't like me the way I was before.
Been a beggar for the answers,
like a person starved for months,
I was drunken by your love,
call of desperation that I've got.
Please answer me to prevent me from waiting,
Would you be able to stay? Or leave me like nothing?
