I got scolded, got debouched
For the love I had that you didn't care for.
I failed many times, gave up everything I had
For the wrong thinking that you love me too.
I adored you, prioritized things that are for you
For the thought that you're heart is mine.
I procrastinated what must've been done first,
Became stupid in the eyes of other people
For the love I thought is true.
I feel stupid, ashamed of myself
I'm so broken, so dead
So afraid to love again
With this procrastination for love,
Everyday is a dead rain.
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 5:48 AM UTC
I got scolded, got debouched
For the love I had that you didn't care for.
I failed many times, gave up everything I had
For the wrong thinking that you love me too.
I adored you, prioritized things that are for you
For the thought that you're heart is mine.
I procrastinated what must've been done first,
Became stupid in the eyes of other people
For the love I thought is true.
I feel stupid, ashamed of myself
I'm so broken, so dead
So afraid to love again
With this procrastination for love,
Everyday is a dead rain.
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