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Memory Part Three
Ahhhh, this breakup thing is really tiring,
Every once in a while my mind would wander off into some distant memory, thinking what i could have done to make this better.
Sometimes i just see you, and then i realizes i just miss you.
That feeling of storm brewing inside your chest, just waiting to burst out in words.
The sad part is, that one person that all these words could mean something to is not the person i could reach to.
Thank You For Your Time
Every once in a while my mind would wander off into some distant memory, thinking what i could have done to make this better.
Sometimes i just see you, and then i realizes i just miss you.
That feeling of storm brewing inside your chest, just waiting to burst out in words.
The sad part is, that one person that all these words could mean something to is not the person i could reach to.
Memory Part Two
It had been a few days now since ive start to talk with bella again.
And the more we talk the more emptier ive felt,
Ive come to realisation that its not her or any other female attention that i craved.
Its yours, i longed for your attention.
It was an easy task saying goodbye, but stopping myself from saying hello is fuckin challenging. I wont lie. I miss you. So fucking much. Bht this is something that i have to stick to till the end. Seeing you suffer now is hard but its for the best. Were not meant for each other.
Thank You For Your Time
And the more we talk the more emptier ive felt,
Ive come to realisation that its not her or any other female attention that i craved.
Its yours, i longed for your attention.
It was an easy task saying goodbye, but stopping myself from saying hello is fuckin challenging. I wont lie. I miss you. So fucking much. Bht this is something that i have to stick to till the end. Seeing you suffer now is hard but its for the best. Were not meant for each other.
Memory Part One
It was one of those cold nights,
One's silence that is slowly eating my beaten heart.
I could barely hear the sound from the telly as it goes "goal" when dsuzdak scored his second goal against portugal.
I gave out a "wow" with my now so weak voice,
Pretending like i give a damn when all that i was thinking about is Kari words, it kept repeating in my head like a damn old record.
With every time it passes through my mind it takes a piece of me with it.
Killing this already souless man slowly.
Those words that he uttered before, felt like my already aching heart been stabbed by a blunt knife. It makes you suffer slowly before you fuckin die.
Ive never felt so betrayed, but really thats just something to help me go through with the decision ive made a couple weeks ago. It helps me, at last i have the strength to say goodbye.
Thank You For Your Time
One's silence that is slowly eating my beaten heart.
I could barely hear the sound from the telly as it goes "goal" when dsuzdak scored his second goal against portugal.
I gave out a "wow" with my now so weak voice,
Pretending like i give a damn when all that i was thinking about is Kari words, it kept repeating in my head like a damn old record.
With every time it passes through my mind it takes a piece of me with it.
Killing this already souless man slowly.
Those words that he uttered before, felt like my already aching heart been stabbed by a blunt knife. It makes you suffer slowly before you fuckin die.
Ive never felt so betrayed, but really thats just something to help me go through with the decision ive made a couple weeks ago. It helps me, at last i have the strength to say goodbye.
Shattered
There are so many time,
But i swear this will the last.
I just cant take it anymore,
The pain,
The suffering,
Of a broken heart,
The shattering of that little trust i have left in you.
Im leaving, dont wait. Im not coming back
Thank You For Your Time
But i swear this will the last.
I just cant take it anymore,
The pain,
The suffering,
Of a broken heart,
The shattering of that little trust i have left in you.
Im leaving, dont wait. Im not coming back
BERLIN
my mind is on steroid
Thank You For Your Time
thinking of what could and what should
not its not just you
its the world that caving in on me
my world
the walls are crumbling
cant you see it
you could whisper
and still i will fall
every direction i walk is a tragedy
where nothing is left for me
but to pick up the scraps
and hoping there will be a brand new me
The unfortunate truth of today society
Living in the 20th century is easy,
where everything is digitalised.
but being in love in this decade is really isn't easy at all.
where love letters are replaced by text,
in 2 second you can tell someone you love, youre missing her.
where is the value in that.
there is no pain in missing,
there is no love in loving.
where everything is on display,
where everyone knows everything.
cheating gets easier,
and the scope of cheating getting smaller.
what that could be define as cheating 10 years ago,
could just be another act of making friends in this decade.
not saying its a bad thing.
but really there should be boundaries.
people need to set boundaries and say "this is it".
coming to the realization how the internet and the social media platform,
fuck up like my life.
Its safe to say that this writing is biased towards my feeling.
but believe me sometimes more isn't enough and i wish i could live in a simpler time.
Thank You For Your Time