One would tell me I should live my life properly, that I should work harder and put more effort.
One said I shouldn’t be so hard on myself, that I should treat myself better and learn to pat my back.
Which one is it?
Am I the laziest? Or do I work the hardest?
There're aren't so many people who's willing to really be there. Not much.
Some would see the beauty side of me, some would just be repulsive.
I probably could't feel any more complicated than this.
I have a love-hate relationship with running
Sometimes I love it
Sometimes I hate it
Sometimes I stay
Sometimes I leave
I put hopes on people.
I cling into every knacks and corners of their limb.
When they don't even spare any space in their heart.
You build up hope but failure's all you've known
I couldn't fathom what makes you said thee.
I'm more than confused, I'm baffled.
You know what, we're not going anywhere nearer there.
I convinced myself so many times
"Nashrah, you are loved"