I haven’t washed my hair for a weak
I feel so dirty,
But the way you stared at me was so filthy,
You weren't worth it,
How I wish you hadn’t flirted.
And now it's pouring buckets and I'm standing here,
In the middle of a memory, that you burnt,
And I still have those flowers and those cards,
That were never hand written, should have known it.
You wrote the plot, I played along, shouldn’t have done it,
Maybe then I would have won this battle of two people.
Who don't know who they are,
It's a journey that ended midway,
Should have ended even before