To be honest... (p1)

Even before, I was your water under your bridge Looks like I'm the one you didn't miss And now in this tragedy, I am still your water under your bridge Looks like there's something wrong, is there a glitch? You never really cared What a waste for those ink that I shared You said you want to be the poem, so I did But you never really read Is your mind and heart saying, "tolerate it"? 'Cause you know damn well that your ring in my finger didn't fit And rain snow when the topic isn't in your interest I know now that I was never in your list of best But for me, your water rises up in my bridge I can feel your water touching my feet But it's cold 'cause it's winter But as always, it's okay, I know I can bear But it looks like I can't bear it 'Cause you keep tolerating my feet I wanna ask the water why is it drought for four days But when I became gray, the first thing that appeared was your face © Domar Esmabe