Never be mine

Everyday 
All night 
You're on my mind all the time.
I'm a paranoid 
Awkward silence but a cheesy line.
I am happy facing something, that's killing me inside.

Butterflies in the stomach when I see you.
Questioning myself why I'm being rude?
Seven days and twenty four hours
Of me hitting rock bottoms.

Hurts so bad I can't express it.
I am sorry for something I haven't done.
You're the angel of the dream that I built.
I fell in the trap of which I was well learnt.

Tryna stop thinking about you're my kind.
'Cause I know you'll never be mine 

At three I find you shining in the sky.
God please, my delusional sight.
Silly me freakin' out every moment.
I don't know when I'm me and when I'm formal.

You're mood, you're a vibe, you're my anxiety.
Something's changed, I need you and I hate it.
You're my charm. You own my thoughts and my silence .
This distress is the reason of my impiety.

You owe me like a thousand glances.
How harsh could I go with my emotions?

Tryna stop thinking about you're my kind.
'Cause I know you'll never be mine.

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