i don’t mean to sound conceited
but i know deep down you still think about me
the way you look out into the oblivion
the sense of having no idea
reminds you of my oblivious self
i regret not seeing into the future
but i should have known
we’d end up like this
no words leave your sweet lips
you’re too afraid to swallow your dignity
but i can’t hate you over my own flaw
we’re so **** stubborn
neither of us will win this love
but who could lose over a concept that’s not there
a senseless battle between two people
with no remorse to their own feelings
but only for their own pride and popularity
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 12:10 AM UTC
i don’t mean to sound conceited
but i know deep down you still think about me
the way you look out into the oblivion
the sense of having no idea
reminds you of my oblivious self
i regret not seeing into the future
but i should have known
we’d end up like this
no words leave your sweet lips
you’re too afraid to swallow your dignity
but i can’t hate you over my own flaw
we’re so **** stubborn
neither of us will win this love
but who could lose over a concept that’s not there
a senseless battle between two people
with no remorse to their own feelings
but only for their own pride and popularity
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