(not) a love story

been too tired to fake a smile,
I wish I could even just erase you out of my mind.

way too tough to keep you accompany,
I wish I could even fly one more time -all by myself.

I don't know, I guess I'm just tired;
tired of not being me,
tired to hold your selfishness,
tired of not being trusted.
it's just too much for me.


well I'm all alone now.
and I was like, "ok, it's a total emptiness again."
bad luck, huh?
yes, love is always unpredictable.
when it comes, it will lift you up above the skies yet turn you down to hell.

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