The crowd left, the lights no more, the site a mess,,
Too many emotions, salty like sweat, wanting to stop them is hard,,
Mockery and doubt are always sour, entangling myiie all this wae,,
Cold eyes, cold words, I dun see, I dun care, yet the heart is vulnerable,,
Midnight, street lights polish a car window,,
Glimmering like glistening tears,,
Yearning for a warm chat wiif someone,,
But dhere's only myiie nn loneliiness,,
Rushing out the door in the morning,,
Lucky dhat ii forget to off the liight,,
Like someone insisting on waiting all night to give myiie company,,
What am I fighting for?
What do I care about the most?
For what am I so tired nn lonesome?
Not afraid of being misunderstood by others,,
Just afraid the people,, ue care about most wun wan to understand,,
Sometimes ii dream,,
Hoping to turn around nn see ue dhere,,
Looking at myiie tenderly wif no unhappiness,,
Nort forcing myiie to make a choice,,
Understanding wad I'm fighting for,,
Understand dhat ue're most precious to myiie,,
UNDERSTANDING HOW MUCH UE'VE HURT MYIIE !!!!!
