waves

Your name still coming to my mind Like the waves that aren't mine But wherever you go, you're still coming back I hate that I am all fucked up You go out with your fashion I don't know if there's a little bit of passion Why didn't you tell me? You're hurting me So I chose to end this miserable Blocking this feeling at all I killed myself to be a ghost Because I know, I am not the one you love the most © Domar Esmabe