Naive

To you,
I'm always this ridiculous girl that throws tantrum randomly.
Always trying to make things complicated.
And making myself sad in the end.
It's all my fault.

Maybe I am that kind of girl.
That should keep myself in my own room.
Keep myself in my own world.

I try to give my best to you.
Hoping that someday I will not receive any disappointments.
But I guess I'm just to naive.
Thinking that I'm able to go into your world.
Thinking that we really can create our own happiness.
I guess I'm wrong.

I fell once.
I fell twice.
I fell thrice.
And now
I don't even able to count
how many times I have fallen.

I'm full of wounds.
Perhaps I'm just that toy
that you can replace anytime.

Naive.
Too naive.