Here I am suffocating without your love,

Thinking of redundant stuffs,

I loved you, I really did,

And here I am,

Surrounded by despair,

Why am I always the only one trying hard?

Why am I always the one to start the conversation first?

Why am I always the one who fall in love with people who are out of my reach?

Why am I always the one sacrificing and not you?

Why am I always the one.. Who choose the wrong person to fall in love with?

These endless questions flow into my mind.

I should have known, I should have.

Thanks so much );