I got scolded, got debouched
For the love I had that you didn't care for.

I failed many times, gave up everything I had
For the wrong thinking that you love me too.

I adored you, prioritized things that are for you
For the thought that you're heart is mine.

I procrastinated what must've been done first,
Became stupid in the eyes of other people
For the love I thought is true.

I feel stupid, ashamed of myself
I'm so broken, so dead
So afraid to love again
With this procrastination for love,
Everyday is a dead rain.