Being a person who often cares way too much,
and feels that there is never enough
That I can ever give,
See, I have had my share of heartbreaks
Unfulfilled expectations as well
and feels that there is never enough
That I can ever give,
See, I have had my share of heartbreaks
Unfulfilled expectations as well
My Midnight mornings thoughts echoing
" Where did I ever go wrong"
" How can I be good enough"
But its empty as shades and when its 3 am
I would be in tears,
Till my mascara drops to my chin
and I would wonder,
" If I will ever find someone who will loves me back"
I end up listening to Patrick Watson
Till I would sleep the mornings away
I have learned to expect nothing in return
I look at myself fearlessly wearing your heart
On my sleeve,
" Where did I ever go wrong"
" How can I be good enough"
But its empty as shades and when its 3 am
I would be in tears,
Till my mascara drops to my chin
and I would wonder,
" If I will ever find someone who will loves me back"
I end up listening to Patrick Watson
Till I would sleep the mornings away
I have learned to expect nothing in return
I look at myself fearlessly wearing your heart
On my sleeve,
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