𝐻𝑒 π“π‘œπ“‹π‘’π“ˆ 𝓂𝑒, 𝐻𝑒 π“π‘œπ“‹π‘’π“ˆ 𝓂𝑒 π“ƒπ‘œπ“‰


To forgive you or not

How do I get rid of these knots

I feel a strong pressure on my chest

And I really am trying my best

But I often feel more cursed than blessed

And If I had to guess…

I’ll say I allowed this mess

Every time they hurt me, I felt pressed

And if I must confess

It often makes me quite depressed

Felt so much pain, to pain I became obsessed 

And no matter how bad I loved you, in your presence I felt oppressed 

You wanted to fight, I wanted to rest

And there were so many tests

And now you’re trying to fix it and I remain unimpressed




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