But the world will always/sometimes misunderstand you
I tell them my story, Everything, Everything But it falls apart. Not because my story is over, But because they thought They are the protagonist. I tell her something inexplicable; I still tell her a lot. Words don't find meanings; Sentences don't know how to explain things. I feel hopeless, In all the promises we did. "I can't stay", i sighed in pain She left first another day. Words dont make sense, And sometimes they make too much sense that it hurts. They have been overhyped by poets and story tellers, Because i don't know which word to pick, How to dress it up, How to muster up my courage Before i say it loud. Because i dont know If they will understand Because i dont know why my heart keeps breaking. Words have been too underrated too Because of those like me who failed at words Who couldn't master up this language much But at the end, When you fail at anything in life You sit and blame yourself first Because at that time you are both a sort of a