You
Why is it so hard to trust myself?
Why can’t I tell you about these
feelings inside?
Is it because of me? Or maybe it’s
your fault?
It’s impossible to say which one is
more probable.
Maybe we’re similar, maybe
we’re different.
Maybe, well let’s just say maybe.
We don’t even have that
“thing”,
we don’t even know what’s
real.
If what we have is true,
then maybe it’s love, only maybe.
Your second name should be
“maybe”.
How come do I know you when
you don’t even know yourself.
Sometimes nice, sometimes wrong…
This one thing is always known.
And you looked at me today,
a million of emotions then I could see.
But almost at instant you looked away
and these emotions went to someone else.
I thought I was the only one,
now I know…
I just wasn’t that “one”
for you.
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