Make yourself free from worry
And make yourself great.
For the nth time, you deceived me
And will make yourself breathe to haste.
Our love birds weren't meant together,
And life is making it complicated.
You left me down the corner,
Where I used to kiss your head.
The streetlights allures my empty eyes
Where I can see the light flowing away to the sky.
And as my heart pounds,
I realized I am blinded by your lies.
Your smile and eyes are so deceiving,
I may be bruised but I'm not broken.
Leaving me like a shattered glass,
But someone out there will sweep me back.
Our eyes were both difficult to see
The blurry vision of bittersweet reality.
I am tired of believing your drama,
You are giving me paranoia.
It's sad to think you're poisoning my name
To be the bad guy of your game.
I wish you were here
To see every single drop of my tear.
That I'm still the guy who still cries with your bad decisions
And needs your lips to kiss my head
And say, "Everything will be in place."
And make me feel less-conscious.
This emptiness of May,
Will be filled with memories by September
That things will turn out to be okay
With a piece of pen and paper.
To my head, is an empty sheet
But you filled it with sad words that will forever keep.
Hope you'll wake up from the world we are breathing,
So we can start nascent beginning.
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 1:47 AM UTC
Make yourself free from worry
And make yourself great.
For the nth time, you deceived me
And will make yourself breathe to haste.
Our love birds weren't meant together,
And life is making it complicated.
You left me down the corner,
Where I used to kiss your head.
The streetlights allures my empty eyes
Where I can see the light flowing away to the sky.
And as my heart pounds,
I realized I am blinded by your lies.
Your smile and eyes are so deceiving,
I may be bruised but I'm not broken.
Leaving me like a shattered glass,
But someone out there will sweep me back.
Our eyes were both difficult to see
The blurry vision of bittersweet reality.
I am tired of believing your drama,
You are giving me paranoia.
It's sad to think you're poisoning my name
To be the bad guy of your game.
I wish you were here
To see every single drop of my tear.
That I'm still the guy who still cries with your bad decisions
And needs your lips to kiss my head
And say, "Everything will be in place."
And make me feel less-conscious.
This emptiness of May,
Will be filled with memories by September
That things will turn out to be okay
With a piece of pen and paper.
To my head, is an empty sheet
But you filled it with sad words that will forever keep.
Hope you'll wake up from the world we are breathing,
So we can start nascent beginning.
