Your eyes don’t lie, I see nights of endless crying,
You are not dying, but you are dying
You want true love,
But your fears cut it short
As an excuse you say that others
You blame it on others breaking your heart,
But your mind is far apart.
Your insecurities cloud you.
Analyze your actions and see that they create from others, these “backstabbing” reactions.
It’s your fault and only yours,
You had gold and you decided to sell it and fold.