a chronical illness dont make you a princess he said

i was healing but it never happen

chronical illness dont make you an princess

that was my first love , said

when i declare my love for him after he gave me signs

for a year so i thought i wore in the clear

never gonna forget your ocean Eyes , made up with lies

every stroke wore pity and i thought he saw me as pretty

but he only saw sympanthy , down for a while

and lost my shine

sparkle and cablity to smile

i even starved myself because knowing i had Movie nights with you

and in the term , i turned black and blue

but where where wore you ?