shapes floats thought the clouds of my brain,
i sit and wonder how it's formed..
things that i felt that i should have said
are slowly forgotten
becoming bygones.

the million dollar question is are you slowly slipping?
i had you in my grip once
i think,
i had you in my my arms
now as you fade away
i start to question everything

am i the one who fools
or the one who's fooled

either way i dont win
either way tears fall
either way i fall

it angers me
as i have re runs of the things you say
it makes me think less of you
it makes me think twice of everything that you said

were all of them lies
or just mere excuses?

you tell me

i am angry, sad, dissapointed
and the best thing is,
i still care .
bout you.