My heart runs like a museum of madness
My mind overwhelmed by painful thoughts The truth hurts so I created a lie That brings me temporary hapiness It's nice to escape reality And become trapped by fantasies I hate being so aware Because it breaks me to know That he doesn't deserve me And I have to let go His words are filled with emptiness I'm giving my everything To someone who offers nothing And I'm fighting for someone Who would rather fight against me The only thing he was good at was making me feel That I was the problem |
AuthorDeborah Senyange Archives
June 2017
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