They Say
They Say
They say I am not sane
They say I am going through some pain
Pain, that might leave a permanent stain.
They call me attractive
Attraction that can please them
And I should please them because they love me.
Right?
They say I am delicate and frail
That's why I am their moonflower
That only blooms at night just for them to see.
But what if i want to be a lily?
They tell me that they sacrificed everything for me
They supported me like a roots of a tree
But why can't I remember,
Am I losing my memory?
They say I have always been a bad omen
And everyone who loved me always suffered
But they say, they still love me
Do they?