Who am I?
I never say thank you to your compliments I never say sorry, even if I did something that I regret I am planning things, but act like it’s just a coincidence I am burning my wings, without even thinking about consequence I have sinned lots of times, but I still believe in my religion Even with the time machine, I would have made the same decision. I can’t decide if I want to play dirty games or cry all night. I don’t know where to go, I don’t know which way is right. Should I smile or should I hide my emotions? My feelings are on fire and I am so broken I want to sit on the bottom of the specific ocean And scream about all the things that stayed unspoken. HE acts like he don’t care anymore Or maybe he is not acting at all. She left me, like I was nothing for her before So hard my heart it trying to be like a stone. People can’t stand with my serious face All the time they force me to smile But did you know that I have been in pain? And it was not for a while. They always expect too much from me, But i learnt and stopped saying sorry. Any person in this world is replaceable, So i try to not care about him. Now, I am standing face to face with fully bloody moon. I am asking to her why my life is turning monotonous “Sweetheart, you will figure out everything so soon It’s good for you to become dangerous “
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