The Truth of Us

The Truth of Us

Dreaming of you is my way of saying I love you
Thinking much of you is the greatest efforts I could show
No matter how I tried to keep this within me
My heart keeps on breaking everyday that pass.

What the truth of us is you didn't care.
Nor you give time thinking of it.
What did I always do is just for fantasies.
The truth is painful indeed.

Simply living the day I know I can't without you.
I write the words but then I just deleted it cause of you.
Just a simple clue seems a puzzle that I should solve.
Everyday I wrote the story but then these reality burn it all.

The truth of us is that I have no guts to show you
Keeping myself hidden for a thousand years
Pretending to be waiting for the right time to tell
The truth is I am just excusing.