Wounded

 

Watching old pictures of us not able to detect a smile

Wondering if all of this just was a made up concept of mine

Watching the love that used to shine, fade away quickly in time

Who was the one that fell out of love?

Well, definitely not me, cause this caught me off guard

Weren't you the one begging for me, so why am I the one who bleeds

Wishing this was just a made up concept of mine, sadly reality hits hard sometimes

Wounds the one that loves the most, fading my smile I used to hold

Well-being is hard to find, even harder with the wrong person in mind

When will it ever be my time, to find love, that doesn't diminish in front of my eyes