Living in doubt.
Don’t want to think “is she”.
Speculating, always Watchful .
If I leave , the fault is dependency .
Sorry baby .
Too much for me .
Been Loving long with “is she”
Can’t continue, it’s stressing me .
Mind dashing , heads pounding .
Much of my time
Is investing on nothing .
Gave you my hand
You bit off everything..
Deceiving , You lied.
Multiple times , ongoing sighs.
I love you but I can’t Nomore .
Too much for me .
Can’t live my days like these
Sorry dear, sincerely Babe