I might envy all those couples on the street
I might be jealous of those sweet scenes in the movies
I might want all those kisses and hugs to accompany at nights
I might be lonely and desperate to have a little sweet love
But stop telling me to find one
Stop saying to me to open my heart
Because I wont
At least not now
When I still need to fix myself
When I still am a mess
When I still have this trust issue buried so deep
When the more I live, the more I become skeptical about human