I’m sorry for being happy of the things you’ve done
I never meant it this way but you’re doing it nice that I can’t avoid
This condition seems support everything to happen
The guilty feeling keeps surrounding me
Not knowing If you’re done with her or not
God,I feel like I’m in between
A condition when you’re dying of happiness that’s fake like you’ve used to know but you enjoy it.
I pity myself for being so fragile and get swayed
I’m sorry,I’m just being stupid ..