Sometimes I hate your consolation
Your arms can be poisonous
Every step I walk in to the room
I fall into ruins
I'm a person with a lot of scars
Just like everyone has their own flaw
I'm just like a rotting flower
Whatever others say
I've decided l'll accept it now
Having a twisted mindset somehow
It's my choice that's my choice
There's nothing bad about it, right?
one day when my heart sinks
Sometimes I hate your consolation
Your arms can be poisonous
Every step I walk in to the room
I fall into ruins
You make my heart edge up
I'm like a rotting flower
In the mean time, you're, in bloom
Whatever others say
Be honest. Are you doing this on
purpose?
Cowardice ,selfishness, jealousness,
hatred
How do we act so differently
Please tell me
Sometimes I hate your consolation
Your arms can be poisonous
Every step I walk in to the room
I fall into ruins