Because I believed you were one of a kind
That every girl would truly love to find
Only to find out, this belief just made me blind.
Now, I'm loathing the feeling
Making me believe that you're not lying.
You told me everything would be known
And that promises would never be thrown.
It feels like I'm pricking myself with a needle
Just to put a tattoo in the middle.
It is true that "to forget you" is all I want
But unloving you seems to be hard-to-dunt.
I can never wipe off this tattoo
Which can be considered as a stain too.
I believe that one day I would wake up
Asking, "what is this worthless tattoo that showed up?"