My flame is burning out
Kategori: Allmänt
I'm on the breaking point, so much time of talking.
45 days of me taking the initiative
45 days of me texting you first.
45 days of me, trying my best.
I look at my screen every other minute, hoping for a text from you.
That you might answer from an old message you have not seen yet.
My hope is dwindling, my flame of ambition is flickering, soon going out.
You have your past demons to deal with, i have mine.
If anyone would understand, it would maybe be me.
Atleast say something, don't leave me in the dark, not knowing anything.
I have been left before, it hurts.
But it hurts more from you, since I never got a chance.
My last flame of hope is dying, being consumed by the cold reality.
