I seriously can't believe it,
That a person, a human being,
Could have been,
That shallow-minded
about this thing we call feelings.
Or was it his egoistic ways,
All along that had been,
The invisible enemy to every say,
That was coming out of that mouth of his,
For all I knew he's a penny the same,
With the other guys out there,
In this unfair world.
Maybe it was, and maybe it wasn't,
If it was to be,
Then, I was blinded all these while too,
Falling and giving every single thing I have,
To the guy I thought was my One Time from the beginning.
BUT,
What if it wasn't his ego?
Then..
Ohh who'd give a shit.
So, my statement still stands Syira Azmi , " Love is problematic ".
That a person, a human being,
Could have been,
That shallow-minded
about this thing we call feelings.
Or was it his egoistic ways,
All along that had been,
The invisible enemy to every say,
That was coming out of that mouth of his,
For all I knew he's a penny the same,
With the other guys out there,
In this unfair world.
Maybe it was, and maybe it wasn't,
If it was to be,
Then, I was blinded all these while too,
Falling and giving every single thing I have,
To the guy I thought was my One Time from the beginning.
BUT,
What if it wasn't his ego?
Then..
Ohh who'd give a shit.
So, my statement still stands Syira Azmi , " Love is problematic ".
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