I feel like i'm the only who's crazy.
I never felt this way especially just because of a man, just because of love.
But you did it to me.
And then you left it. Like my craziness didn't mean anything.
Like it's nothing.
Not even a single sympathy coming from you.
I forgot... that's the one thing you lack.
Even though I am stranded on a highway you probably just say "oh no" and proceed to do nothing.
And you're still able to put the blame on me.
Still not feeling guilty or even just a little bit of sympathy.
And then you ask me why I'm feeling this way? You don't realize or you don't want to realize?
How could you?
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