Why should I have to feel this way, the feeling of confused and dismay
Don't know where did I go wrong, don't know why I'm writing this poem.
It goes like..
I was wounded, I was hurt
Now I'm feeling like a jerk
Now I'm crying, now I'm dying
But I'm still saying,"I'm BRAVE".
I knew before we're not meant to, but I don;t want to feel blue
So I faced the consequences, now I don't know how to fix this mess.
It hurts like..
I was wounded, I was hurt
Now I'm feeling like a jerk
Now I'm crying, now I'm dying
But I'm still on pretending, "I'm BRAVE".