Exquisite
Lovely
Friend

Maybe the reason we spend night after night
staring at a blank paper
is because the words we so desperately need to write,
are words that have not yet been created.

Dredging up memories
The past comes back to haunt me

Feeling so badly insecure
I'm starting to lose my composure

Why me?
Why be so friendly?
I'm fearing my destiny...

This endless, painful cycle
Finding myself caught by every obstacle.

The truth hurts,
Lies are worse...
I must be cursed.

I'm unworthy of love
**Cause me, you didn't think of...

I realized...
I accept no love
Because I deserve **none.