This heart won’t stop aching.
I want to run to you with all my problems but I don’t, because I know you got enough of your own.
If I’m not a priority then why act like you care?
I’ll pick you and you pick me.
I thought I was in control by not replying to you. But it seems like you control me without knowing it.
I can’t stand this. I can’t stand hurting over you. I can’t stand trying so hard.
Love is bittersweet….
You was my heaven, when did you become hell?
Now that I’m barely making effort, you want me.
You caught me with your love, then let go when you found better.