kita ko nga

The echoing walls of my thoughts Comes crumbling with your onslaught With the wave of afterthoughts, I always notice when something's off. Then I'll ask myself again, "Was I ever enough?" "Was our love all a bluff?" How do I cure this overthinking Are my feelings still valid over thinking that I know it's worse to feel anything But sometimes, I wish that I can just brush it off like nothing Because I notice every single thing Amissed in our sea of everything.