The sky is crying,
The wind is blowing,
The weather is cold,
But his stares are blazing with fire,
He asked me to tell him the truth,
So I answered,
"Yes, Yes I am"
Hatred is what I see,
So I closed my eyes, for me not to feel,
And after the countdown of 1, 2, 3
I open my eyes to see his back facing me,
Apologizing in you inside my mind is the only thing that I can do,
For I am the one who stole cupid's arrow, that meant to hit the both of you.
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
The sky is crying,
The wind is blowing,
The weather is cold,
But his stares are blazing with fire,
He asked me to tell him the truth,
So I answered,
"Yes, Yes I am"
Hatred is what I see,
So I closed my eyes, for me not to feel,
And after the countdown of 1, 2, 3
I open my eyes to see his back facing me,
Apologizing in you inside my mind is the only thing that I can do,
For I am the one who stole cupid's arrow, that meant to hit the both of you.
Forcing something that wasn't meant for you can only lead you to your own misery
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