The rain has come
With his beautiful dawn.
I'm waiting you to get home,
Every single day this heart hurted by thorn.
You never show up,
But I never give up.
This heart has been covered up
By the thorn that always grow up.
Finally, you came
With no shame
Saying my name.
You think love is a game.
You claim that you won't be the same.
I won't blame you,
For everything you've done to me.
You dont have to pursue,
Cause I dont want to be like I'm not me.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
The rain has come
With his beautiful dawn.
I'm waiting you to get home,
Every single day this heart hurted by thorn.
You never show up,
But I never give up.
This heart has been covered up
By the thorn that always grow up.
Finally, you came
With no shame
Saying my name.
You think love is a game.
You claim that you won't be the same.
I won't blame you,
For everything you've done to me.
You dont have to pursue,
Cause I dont want to be like I'm not me.
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