She says I'm blind
I can't see the love she's giving me
They are giving me
She says I'm full of hate
So the only thing I see is the bad
She says it's my fault for not noticing what they're giving me
Say:
Can a cup, that is broken into million of pieces, that you can't even see what is was before it broke, that can't be fixed, that is shattered as it was stomped on a million times..
Say..
Can this supposed to be cup still cup the water inside??
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«𝑺𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆»
PoetryH̸o̸n̸e̸s̸t̸l̸y̸ I̸ d̸o̸n̸'t̸ e̸v̸e̸n̸ k̸n̸o̸w̸ a̸n̸y̸m̸o̸r̸e̸ m̸a̸n̸ Ranking 《#3 hatemyself》 《#10 lovemyself》 《#11 tired》
