Sick of Love

It is cold night

And I’m trying to figure our love out

And I remember back there in late December

When our love first rises

It is late night

When I’m trying to decide

What loves could it be between us?

I hate to say that I am tired of choosing

I am cold here and you are silent

Your eyes are empty and your hands are pale

I know you are fatigue of our relationship

But I do not meant to torture you with this

You may blame me for what we have decided

But honestly I am the one who deserves to be hated

And there is nothing to fight for

Our love is vain and nothing can make it up

Not even us

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