You know
It’s starting to sprinkle while I am sitting
here alone and listening this song.
I feel the chill scrawling around my chest when I begin to recall your face.
I said to myself that I have
to be ready to release you and I have to start all over again.
Even
these few weeks I am used to being without your shadow until you asked me what
was wrong between us.
You opened that door again and you left me high and dry.
You are probably sick of the drama we used to have.
Little did you know I am sick of my own thinking.
I keep questioning my hunch and I got nothing but confusion.
I don’t want to count on my hunch and die wondering.
I give up as it seems that you are out
of my reach.
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