Along with it was my hope, my love and my patience
I cant continue begging to be loved
What I thought was my fault and my blame
Is someone else's misery
Now I know that I was a fool to believe
That he would appreciate and value me
But even after telling him how I feel about him
He keeps smashing my face on the ground
Im better than that and my love is better than that
I wish him happiness with whomever comes
But unless he admits his flaws, not much would be different.
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