I want to talk ,
About the unsaid time.
But the way I got broken,
I can’t cling.
I feel awkward and shy,
Feeling tough to open up to someone who i used to call my ally.
It’s strange and unusual,
That forgiving is not possible.
May be you still keep me first
But somehow you lost “us”
My trust is something you will never gain
And I will not let you make me cry again.