Issorafaic...

I'm tired of explaining myself It feels like my feet is on hell I'm tired of falling in love 'Cause I know that the elevator won't go up I'm tired of being accused of being the third wheel I, myself, and me, is the only one I want to kill I'm tired of being accused of being a ghoster When in fact, that he's the one who didn't first respond for four days during winter I'm not a fucking desperate when it comes to love So if he didn't respond back, I'm not gonna text him again And not gonna ask myself, "When?" I'm tired of being accused of having a lover I just want you to know that not all of the people I'm hanging out became my lovers I'm tired of staying up late night Because of those requirements that I should do right I'm tired but I still did explain All of these fucking pain © Domar Esmabe