Pretending, doesn't work
when heartache matters too much.
We're so alike
in a sense that both were too fragile
Just that am always too ego to admit
that I miss, I care
but I can't tell.
It's so miserable when we start a war
but I doesn't know what I'm fighting for.
I hate war.
Could you pick me up when I fall?
Since you'll never know the place I whine
I'd admit that I'm just longing for your effort
to put in a little more
so my heart would bloom for every little moment
you've pour.
you've pour.
I care too much
in a way you'll never know.
If I'd never be the sun
that shines anymore
will you still want me
after all?
after all?
