You the one that makes me feel better.
You the one that makes me feel worse.
Want to die with no pain in an empty theater,
You don't love me, I knew it, of course.
We can't even say hello to each other.
And this makes me feel really sad.
I ask myself "Why do I even bother?"
But yet dream of you in my bed.
Try not to show any emotions.
And I know I am decent at this.
One day, a storm in my heart will kill me forever.
Without me, you'll be happy.
That's it.
написано в 1:20, 4 февраля 2020 г.
Unhealthy love
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