the love has an expiration

it would not be fresh like first

and it might get bitter in the future

It's not about flowers and little surprises anymore

it's not about laugh and small talks

it's not about how could you give me affection

You're sweet at first

but now you're thinking about yourself only

I was trying to not giving any shit

but there are days I feel restless

why can't love stays the same

as the days moving 

you're moving also

you are the one who gave promises

yet you're the one who broke the promises

I always think that I can't be loved

because I have problems 

all I can do now

is trying to learn your game