Loser
never admits that himself.
Too busy
hiding.
In his own
feeling.
In his own
space.
It's probably you’re just too busy to notice me.Or it's just me at the edge of the cliff, screaming your name. But never resonates in your ear.Never.
It's like
perfume.
You spray
me over. Forgotten me that I ever existed in your vein or at least on top of
it.
Its like
some kinda meta force.
How many
times you trying to resist it. But it turns out they even stronger than you
think.
/
Its like..
//
Its like..
//
Its like..
/
Shit.
I lost.
I lost in
every piece of phrase that I would describe you for.
That’s
you.
Just as
fast as a skyrocket.
Make me
lost in my own words.
