She is sitting confused,
Not anything new,
But she is mused,
Trying to figure out,
After all the dreamy days,
Passed away,
Was it love after all?
Coz she cant trust.
She talks to herself,
What can I do?
Why is it that,
I find It difficult,
To trust you?
I mess it up all,
But its always me,
Who comes around,
After all.
Coz I dont find a reason,
To not trust you.
But I cant trust you,
When you say,
You can do anything for me.
Well am not that kinda girl,
Who is mean enough,
To put it to try,
I want to talk about things,
You find not worth talking about.
Coz all I want to talk about is,
LIFE.
You live in your own illusions.
I feel like being,
Just a satisfying addition.
Just shallow,
All shallow.
I cant even talk about and,
Dream of future together.
Coz you think its pointless.
As it is uncertain.
But actually its certainity of it,
That makes you freak.
I respect life,
I find you passing time.
I find it pathetic,
You find it simply amazing.
You are addicted to,
Your way of life.
I am addicted to mine.
I dont have any reason to stay,
Its all Drifting Away....
