I feel like an empty shelf.
I told you that I'll fix myself,
Because I left your heart all broken and bruised.
So now, I'm confused.
Should I talk to you?
Or should I let you slip through?
Thinking a lot, my mind is overused,
But still, I am confused.
I know I'll be broken when I let you go,
And if I stay, I will only give you woe.
My heart is defused,
But my mind? Confused.
Should I move?
I'm confused.
Would I improve?
I'm confused.
Should I depend this to the one above?
I'm confused.
Is this love?
I'm confused.
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
I feel like an empty shelf.
I told you that I'll fix myself,
Because I left your heart all broken and bruised.
So now, I'm confused.
Should I talk to you?
Or should I let you slip through?
Thinking a lot, my mind is overused,
But still, I am confused.
I know I'll be broken when I let you go,
And if I stay, I will only give you woe.
My heart is defused,
But my mind? Confused.
Should I move?
I'm confused.
Would I improve?
I'm confused.
Should I depend this to the one above?
I'm confused.
Is this love?
I'm confused.
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