Maybe he was not good enough for me,
Maybe I was a loser to believe he had feelings for me,
Maybe it was just a horrible game that neither of us know,
Maybe we both thought it was a kind of sentimental meaning furthermore nothing,
Maybe just dreaming its good enough for us
Maybe I'm not perfect.
Maybe I'm not right.
Maybe I'm a mess.
Or maybe I'm not fine.
Maybe all these things are just excuses.
But to me, they're all the same.
Maybe I make all these stuff in my head.
Just for me to forget that I'm the one to blame.
maybe i’m no longer suffering.
maybe this is just the after shock.
maybe, i don’t miss you anymore.
maybe i’m just experiencing what’s left of me
maybe, it isn’t supposed to be like this.
its been while but i still feel the same.
and maybe its because of you.