Procastination About Love
Tears flowed down my eyes as life comes to an end.
War and death approach me faster and more steadier.
I never loved no one since I was born.
Everyone that I knew called me ugly, or not their type.
I hurts as I grow older and I become even worse when their words sink in.
I never been kiss, I never even had a boyfriend.
All of these years, as I notice that life is coming to an end.
Why can someone love me the way I really am?
I pray every night that someone, the guy of my dreams will come to me and take all the pain away.
But I just procrastinate, and I stay alone forever.