Words aren't spoken
Pain piercing me inside
Is regret real?
Or is it really a way of learning?
I wish I can do more
I wish to give you more
But all I can give now is my heart
I hope you'll see that I love you too much
And it pains me to even say that
For I don't know if I am really capable of that
What is the boundary of loving and selfishness?
Someday, we'll make sense of these
For now, let us live on and be happy no matter what
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
Words aren't spoken
Pain piercing me inside
Is regret real?
Or is it really a way of learning?
I wish I can do more
I wish to give you more
But all I can give now is my heart
I hope you'll see that I love you too much
And it pains me to even say that
For I don't know if I am really capable of that
What is the boundary of loving and selfishness?
Someday, we'll make sense of these
For now, let us live on and be happy no matter what
