YOU DON'T KNOW
How am I supposed to tell him that I'm crying inside? This is the thing that I mostly hide My heart is slowly leaking That's why the streams in my eyes ain't flowing There's a reason behind this one It's because I don't want to be his "just another one" I don't want to make a mess again I don't want to reach the final page and read "the end" I rather hurt myself than give him a gabbro I earned an expert badge for "most solo" Overthinking if he still love me Because mine is still here, just like me Countless "I love you" I've sent All of them were real and his to be meant At the every end of the texts, His "I love you" is what I'm waiting to be sent © Domar Esmabe
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