As If I'm blindfolded,
Among so many chances to change the way I feel,
Even if I try to remove and erase this hatred,
Even If I try to forget and Forgive,
I just can't get over it,
I can't help but feel disgusted whenever I see her,
To lie about my feelings, so that I wouldn't hurt her,
To deceive her,
To make her believe that I actually care,
She can't see the real me, born from the shadows of my inner thoughts,
born from the old ink spilled over the white sheet of paper,
Now that pure, whiteness is stained with dark, sad black color,
It would be nice if there was hope to regain the relationship,
back to what it was like before,
But to me it seems, as If I held back for too long,
Kept tolerating her behavior,
Let it spread inside me,
It took over me,
So then I started to hate who I've become,
Feeling like a wasted paper thrown into trash,
Once useful, and now, no more.
Among so many chances to change the way I feel,
Even if I try to remove and erase this hatred,
Even If I try to forget and Forgive,
I just can't get over it,
I can't help but feel disgusted whenever I see her,
To lie about my feelings, so that I wouldn't hurt her,
To deceive her,
To make her believe that I actually care,
She can't see the real me, born from the shadows of my inner thoughts,
born from the old ink spilled over the white sheet of paper,
Now that pure, whiteness is stained with dark, sad black color,
It would be nice if there was hope to regain the relationship,
back to what it was like before,
But to me it seems, as If I held back for too long,
Kept tolerating her behavior,
Let it spread inside me,
It took over me,
So then I started to hate who I've become,
Feeling like a wasted paper thrown into trash,
Once useful, and now, no more.