Burned

I hear you talkin’
The rants you keep on saying
And it’s me you’re suspecting
How can we turn into nothing?

I see you saw me going
And the bags I’m packing
Are at the front door waiting
Since September evening

The roses you gave were cut and stepped
Its beauty and power no longer has effect
How can you be so selfish when we’re not even meant
You better keep loving as you watch me leaving

I love you
But you love yourself too much
So how about me?

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