Sounds Of My Silent Cries

Discarded Paper

There is nothing more painful
than hoping that one day,
you'll find your way back to me,
and find you in another's arms
instead.

Nothing more painful than wishing you'll run after me
after I walked out,
coz I felt you drifting away.

Nothing more painful than praying
you'll still end up as my endgame
at the end of our story,
and knowing you're the lead
at someone else's fairytale.

Nothing more painful than being
stuck in love with you,
and you being in too deep with somebody else.

I guess, love won't bring you back to me.
Maybe I am just a discarded paper you'll never come back for.