And sometimes, we think that it is but actually its not__those hidden lies we thought its true.
My life is a story of too much conflict : I am not sure of everything even though how hard I'd tried to figure it out. Yes, I'm capable of doing many things and get things done with lots of ways but...almost all the time, my success were just coincidences.
Its not about I'm lack of self confidence. Deep here inside I know, its just pure bad luck. For example, look at me right now. I might look good, but who knows I don't? Yes, relationship problems again.
Walls, separate us. Thoughts, confusing me. Fear, of losing you. Jealousy, strikes me from nowhere. Complications, made us even far from each other.
I don't know where I get this jealousy sense from. I don't know why, I was not born with that. I don't know what I was jealous about. Do you even care?
Why let me walk alone when I can take you home?
I'm just sitting right here wondering if you even care?
Maybe, from the start, I should not put too much hope.
Maybe, its just not right and I'm not capable of giving commitment.
Maybe, I was just wrong and you're not my open road but a sloppy slope for a car run out of gas like me.
Maybe, and there are always maybe.
Maybe, I'm just not strong enough.
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