And thinking that their always to be by my side: but eventually they always leave.
I have this bad habit of loving people a little too much,
When they don't even love me back; and when they leave me my heart feels like someone threw it from the sky.
I have this bad habit of caring for people,
When they don't even care about me at all. Perhaps, if they saw through my eyes they'll see the scars I have deep down inside.
I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm tired.
I wish feeling didn't exist.
Why do feelings exist anyways?
I always fall for everything and let it destroy me.
It's my fault after all, but I still have hope that one day I find a person that shares the same bad habits as me.
Credit to : A.E
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