Living is a game. Yet living and loving is another story.
There's a thin line separating happiness and sadness.
Just like those boundaries you'd created to define; Living without you or living with you.
You know the fact that I'm concealing?
It's just that somebody else thought me to love. Not you,
But that happen far behind before I met my life,
Before I met you.
Those are the part of the past.
You wouldn't understand cause you never believe,
And what hurt the most was,
You never will.
Living is waking up trying to brush your teeth with the your laziness.
Loving is gaining money in a hard way and letting someone to hold and spend it for you.
You can never be happy when you'd never been sad,
Maybe that explains it.
Knowing and being with you makes me sad,
Sadly, Being sad is what satisfies me.
Pretending that you're mine is painful when you can never be,
Yet I'm trying to hold on.
Holding on what we've created was the only reason I live,
It keeps me alive every single hurtful moment.
Crying has no use.
It won't make you trust me.
Why do you have to give me tons of reasons to leave you,
with no single reason to stay.
I'm hanging on a thread try to reach your hand but why?
Why can't you see me when I'm right in front of you.
I won't say goodbye.Never.
I won't go away.
But atleast let me do it.
Let me stay.
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