Dissension of thoughts,
Rupture of feelings
It doesn't really affect me,
But it makes me build ceilings.
True feelings are meant to show,
To the one I admire, not to the whole world.
Thoughts about me keep on spinning on their minds,
Running round and round in their brains like trapped mice.
I'm changed, but it doesn't mean I haven't loved.
Once, twice, or thrice? Maybe, or my answer might be a disguise.
Don't expect me to let open the wound,
Yeah I prefer to endure the difficulties I face individually, more than you ever could assumed.
Yeah love is more than words could express, but life is bitter.
Though I'm not and I've never been in it as a winner.