I lost
I fought, the mental torture in my brain,
Suffering years off diseases and pain
For A love that would end up in vain-
I guess I wrecked my own train.
I feel so sentimental over someone not worthit at all
People laugh and yell about my fall.
I am not A cheater, or a whore- But no longer standing tall
I wonder how I will ever climb up, after all.
I no longer belong to you.
I have so much else, this feeling of awfull trauma and hurt is so new.
But I felt- the moon, the stars, and the pain off an empty sky, so blue.
What am I- What am I for you?
I hope my love will heal eventually,
And I will find someone worthit off me.
Suffering years off diseases and pain
For A love that would end up in vain-
I guess I wrecked my own train.
I feel so sentimental over someone not worthit at all
People laugh and yell about my fall.
I am not A cheater, or a whore- But no longer standing tall
I wonder how I will ever climb up, after all.
I no longer belong to you.
I have so much else, this feeling of awfull trauma and hurt is so new.
But I felt- the moon, the stars, and the pain off an empty sky, so blue.
What am I- What am I for you?
I hope my love will heal eventually,
And I will find someone worthit off me.
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| Auteur: Dreaming Star | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 28 december 2018 | ||
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