The Cry
There isn't a 'hey'
There isn't a 'hi'
There isn't a 'laters'
There isn't a 'bye'
There isn't your message
There isn't your reply
Before we could talk
You just come by
There's only me trying to reach you
Only me, to bring back you
Everything seems to waste
There isn't anything left to try
There isn't a memory
There isn't any to make
There isn't a chance to go back
To start our friendship again
There isn't any spontaneity
There isn't informality
There's only grieve over the loss
I cry and cry
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I don't understand why people start taking us for granted from the time they realize we need them the most. This is what is happening to me now. I am trying to hold on to my friend. Even I tried letting go. But this things in my mind come back and torture me to talk to him. I know we should give people sometime. But my friend just gets out of my contact. This is what I don't want. I have tried to move on, but everything is waste. Even I did nothing wrong, my friend's behaviour is just killing me. No matter how hard I tried controlling the situation, everything is just in vain. So it's better to not go close to people :(
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