Questions
Never wanted to make you cry
Or cry for you.
Yet I'm still here
Sheading my tears.
Not that you care. All I ask are Questions.
Never bent over backwards just to make you smile.
Always did that after a while.
All you had to do to me,
Was talk and sweep me off my feet. But all I ask now are Questions.
Make sure that when you go
Try to take all your bagage in tow
I dont want to clear up your mess.
How did we ever get like this. All I ask are Questions.
When you realise somethings wrong.
It's too late I'm already too far gone.
I know what happens behind my back
I know what you do and all that. Its now too late for Questions.
I'm just trying to understand.
Why.
Why I am here writing this instead of being able to talk to you.
Why am I even wasteing my breath time effort love life... on you...
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Yeaaa. Things I write.. They make me unlike other people.. as in. myself.
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