Just words and lines I've kept from you. Things that I should have probably said to you but don't.
I am one but a small fracture in your mind.
..And heart.
I've tried my best to be the best person that I could be. Be the one that you'd want me to be.
But what's the point when you don't reciprocate?
All my efforts seem like nothing to you.
I seem like nothing to you.
I flew over the ocean for you, but you couldn't even spare a minute to speak to me.
Tell me, what am I doing here?
I wish you'd tell me that I am not wasting my time.. that it will all be worth it.. that I will no longer shed a tear for you.
But what's the point of that when you'd said it yourself; words are just words.. there is no real promise behind it.
So what am I doing here really?
I've made it too easy for you to toy with my heart.
I'd given you all that I have while you've given nothing back and now I am left with nothing.
You had once asked me what it was that I hid from you.
Well, there are a thousand of secrets.. could've been a million.
So this is just one of many..
You'd turned my love for you into regret.
