Why do I look for peace in people when they’ll leave eventually?
Is there no love for myself within me?
Someone to hold and walk in the path I need,
why am I not sufficient for myself?
From the woods, I crave green,
I skip chapters that are about you, certainly.
I said once I’ll let you hurt me twice,
but this time I am worsened by your dishonesty.
Carrying your baggage, injure me every time,
you aren’t awakened with the things you did to me,
nor did you see these tears that are a sign of your lies.
I surrounded myself with greenery,
I won’t ask that to my woods,
I am trying to heal, I won’t be coming back to you.