This love is simply traumatic,
It goes me round like I’m so chaotic.
Should I believe in what they so called love?
Like a strange feels that it’s not given above.
Time is irrelevant and kills me,
Can’t even go out and be in a real me.
I’m not going in to something I don’t want,
Leaving me again is something I don’t want.
My red days turn out in to black,
I must say that this love is never slack.
Woke up in midnight and feeling so empty,
Breaks in my heart are killing me amply.
This love is as painful as losing you,
Red days are long gone because of you.
Lights in houses are my darkest scene,
This love is cruel and just your obscene.
