When she asks,
Tell her the truth.
It's the chance she gave,
Cus' she already knew the answer.
Labels: don't want to label it.
Your kind lies
I hate myself for wanting to believe it
If I wasn’t so sensitive
Would I have been able to spend more time next to you?
But I can hear it in me
The heart that’s about to leave
It hurts to see you being considerate
I’m sad at my anxious-self
Get me out of this path that will only lead me to despair
Your greed of not wanting to be a bad person
My greed of acting oblivious and tolerate this
This ugly truth
This is it, there’s no answer
You don't have to understand it, because I never expect you to.