Remember the day of that April summer?
I broke down to your rejection.
After the times I chose you,
I was never the one you'd choose.
To the excuses you've made,
Have you planned them out?
Like a web of notes on the ground,
Which do you pick to put me in a frown?
To the sleepless night I wake,
I think to myself today...
Was I supposed to stay?
Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 2:31 AM UTC
Remember the day of that April summer?
I broke down to your rejection.
After the times I chose you,
I was never the one you'd choose.
To the excuses you've made,
Have you planned them out?
Like a web of notes on the ground,
Which do you pick to put me in a frown?
To the sleepless night I wake,
I think to myself today...
Was I supposed to stay?
written on 05/06/2022
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