The Blues and Woes

Why do we always pretend to be "okay" when in fact we are dying and breaking into pieces? I always ask myself "how am I" but actually I know that I am not doing fine. My friends isolated me now, i thought they were my comrades, but regarding with this shit, I know those bitches were isolating me, out-casting me. If you don't like me, spill it up, if you don't want me, just say it. Why are you doing that? Why are you like that? What are you bragging of? What did you achieved? Don't treat me like a shit because I can play your trash, bitch!

I thought you were my comrade But I guess it is not my bad For because your attitude that I can't understand I ended and untied this bond

I can be happy for you without even understanding this pain I will embraced this madness even it will kill me again; my woes were not meant for me but these woes will be sealed; and will be sent to you, because, chinta, my woes were meant after you said to her "I do.."

I am me that will love thee I am me without inhibitions I am me loving you with glee I am me that will never have your attention

I love you but it made me blue my heart is in woe and will kill me too