Why is it that every time I try, I end up crying?
Why do problems keep on piling?
Why do broken pieces always pierce?
Why is life so tough and fierce?
Why are we not there yet?
Why are there so many dates?
Why can't I be confident?
Why can I not comment why too many people are broken in the moment of love or pleasure?
Why is it that I cannot really treasure what I have?
Why is there love when there's hate?
Why are my feelings always on debate?
Copyright © Jones Muta | Year Posted 2020
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