I’m not a child in need
I used to think that your smile was kind, that your words were nice
That everything you said to me was true,
but I was just a fool.
A fool for feeling that kind of emotions for you
I wasted my time, I wasted my nights
And I’m even wasting this ink
Just to try to get ride of you and all your stupid lies
But I’m still here writing for you and it seems the right thing to do
I’m wasting words, wasting rhymes just to stop feeling this cold inside.
Maybe I’m blind or naive, but unlike you, I’m still here.