Year of broken heart, tears those shed in vain again and again, yet i never learn the meaning of being enough...
i am so sick of being wasted but still too stubborn sinking in painful tears, hope it can ease the pain, but it give nothing but a toxic stung.. pain that turned me into monster.. i lost my peace... but no love to win
i was never a priority, and it remains the same, chasing... begging... still, something is wrong with my preference of people i'd like to keep in this lifetime.
Imaging that we could be beautiful if only everything was different.
Wondering why the time never favor us... layers of lies, the toxic of jealousy that converted to hate that turn my heart black..
but i still miss those brown eyes, no matter how much i know that is wrong and wont do any good for me.. countless of sleepless nights and yet it have not bring me back my sanity..
many things can not be undo, but, if this is a dream, please wake me up... i am so tired... i wanna go home... home that never even exist...
Listening to: George Ezra