I didn't want this to happen,
But it did. Yes, its life, get over it.
Love, oh dear, we all know what it does.
I hate it when people judge you, especially when they
Don't know anything about you.
I hate this confusion, not being able to understand one another.
What have you been saying for the past hour?
I don't know. I'm tired of it, but I love you.
Wait, do I? I need to sort myself out.
Who am I? I am a stranger to myself.
Your sweet words have turned on fire and then to ashes.
And then you ask me, do you understand?
How am I supposed to if you don't even know what you're saying.
I guess, the next step is, wait and see.