I see you and it hurts me.
The look you have on your face isn’t who you are.
Even your voice makes me mad... it’s so fake.
But I know why you’re like this.
Because of him,
Sweet like honey but too sweet that suffocates you.
Twist with that women in his bed when you’re waiting for him in your room.
I’m here looking from the side lines waiting for you to come to me.
Selfish as it sounds.
I wish you can get mad or cry but you smile to him and tell him “no it’s oh okay… bye”
When he tells you the truth like the devil himself would.
My anger burns me alive.
I can’t stand seeing you like this.
Please, please don’t hold back, cry on my shoulder.