Awake, by LostSoul Subscribe to rss feed for LostSoul

Last night was the first time I cried 
Because the hope your actions gave, died. 
Just.. Tell me what to do. 
Because every thought in my head is of you.
Some say to give it time.
Some say you're messing with my mind 
Is it true?
Should I not trust anything you do?
Are you breaking me purposely?
Or are you trying to figure out your feelings carelessly?
I have so many questions 
They've become my obsessions 
I'm loosing sleep 
But if I asked, I'd be a freak 
So my curiosity is being pushed away
And I lie here awake. 
Posted: 2015-07-28 02:49:56 UTC

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