I feel crumpled inside.
My heart is struggling to feel.
Can’t brake through the anger.
Can’t go through the haze too see-
The real you-is not right.
I thought you were my perfect.
Just another lie.
You enjoy playing with others,
And seeing their hearts fry.
While you just get another,
and take advantage more.
All you care about,
is another chance to score.
You lack the real precision,
to carry out your plans.
Your mind lacks the intuition,
to make a real thing last.
