Déjà vu

I wake up again with you on my side bearing as pain.

Why all of the time you said you love me, it’s not what I see?

Why every time you lie to me, I felt I was here already?

I fix the bed while you’re there; I had to wake you and kiss you rarely.

The ticks of love have been there; I need to take you and kiss you purely but forcedly.

Why every time I love you, I felt I was dead here already?

I stir my coffee and yours, now you walk out of our home’s door,

I think every time I say I love you, I make myself down.

I think every time we make love; I ride myself way down.

‘I love you’ is a word for honest people,

You don’t deserve that word at all.

But I still omit it for your happiness.

You’ll get home and hug you tightly; the scent of your suit ain’t right.

Why every time I confront you, I became the rudest person?

Why all time it goes; I felt I’m not an important person?

You’re the only person who did this to me.

I must tell you this:

I’m a witch, and a stitch in destiny’s unfortunate times,

Better be ready to consequence, my mind’s full of crimes