It is complicated
Twisted... locked in... blinded
Into the mind of a slave
I know it’s over
But I wish it wasn’t
I know that I need to move on
But I insist
I know, I see, I feel the hurt right to my soul
But I pardon
I believe he will change
It is complicated
I know you did that
But I cover up mistakes
I ignore the pain
I hate the truth
Funny thing is… it only hurts when my heart beats
I feel dead, but, the pain makes me feel alive
It is complicated
© Namatsi Lukoye
Into the mind of a slave
I know it’s over
But I wish it wasn’t
I know that I need to move on
But I insist
I know, I see, I feel the hurt right to my soul
But I pardon
I believe he will change
It is complicated
I know you did that
But I cover up mistakes
I ignore the pain
I hate the truth
Funny thing is… it only hurts when my heart beats
I feel dead, but, the pain makes me feel alive
It is complicated
© Namatsi Lukoye
it is very complicated...waiting for something that may never come and yet to hold on. pain may hurt but its familiar. great deary :D
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