MY NOVEMBER

Earlier november. You came to me.
Got introduced to you by a friend.
You're different. You're cool. No, really cold!



You don't like girl who talk dirty
So I tried to be careful what I say
You don't like girls who smoke
I want you to know that I am not
You don't like girls who like to go home at night
I'm sorry for that, trust me I didn't do something stupid
You don't like fat girls So, I'm trying to get skinny!

That's all. For you.
Still not enough, huh?

Feels like I'm falling in love alone.
You're only taking and not given anymore.
I'm always wrong in your eyes.
I know that you never really mean,
everyword you said to me.
What should I do?
Should I give up?

Well, I GIVE UP.