We’ve been trying
To fix everything
Shouting, screaming, crying
It keeps us on hurting
We say, “I love you”
We doubt if it’s true
Yet we continue
Even though we ain’t got a clue
What happened to us?
A year has already passed
The feelings that we thought is growing
Is slowly killing us
I love you
But I don’t think I deserve you
After the countless pains, I have caused you
How could I say I love you?
This love of ours made me confused
In my arms, you’ve been abused
Things you didn’t do, you’ve been accused
I know by now; you feel so used
What else can I do?
To make up for all the hardships you’ve been through?
All I did was ask for more
When you already have given your all
Forgive me, my love
I made you something you’re not
I tortured you, wrecked and damaged your soul
As if these were the definition of love
For I do not know now its meaning
If we’re now both hurting
Is all I can say while I’m still breathing
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