More is not better
I know the feeling is gone.
I leave it like this
I do not know how to find it anywhere else.
I was never like this
But what we care Then it fell
I'm terribly sorry
I do not know how to start it anew.
why does it have to be like this
And teasing the senses. It hurt my soul
We do not dare to confront. Although it is not true. But you've done it already. Give me time I'm not ready to feel old.
Or perhaps we may think We are the ones hurt
Probably because we do not get the feeling that we might be concerned that too much.
A brother, I did not dare to express it the way I used to do.
Sorry fret
But I still do not feel good.