The problem isn't you,
it's me.
I know that its the one phrase,
you're not supposed to say.
But no excuses,
because it really is me.
its me,
because I fell for you knowing
the kind of person you were.
its me,
because I allowed myself to care
for someone who doesn't
care for me.
its me,
because I wear my heart on my sleeve,
and hand it to those,
who would rather see me bleed,
than ever give me a chance.
its me,
because I knew who you were but I still
fell for you, anyway..
Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 3:49 AM UTC
The problem isn't you,
it's me.
I know that its the one phrase,
you're not supposed to say.
But no excuses,
because it really is me.
its me,
because I fell for you knowing
the kind of person you were.
its me,
because I allowed myself to care
for someone who doesn't
care for me.
its me,
because I wear my heart on my sleeve,
and hand it to those,
who would rather see me bleed,
than ever give me a chance.
its me,
because I knew who you were but I still
fell for you, anyway..
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