Wake me up when september end

Dear august,
thanks for all of the sweet words that started in the middle of you,
me,
approaching, show my eagerness about cheap thrills
me,
Trying, Giving sigh of bliss,
me,
Wanting, captivating mind of you
Me,
Waiting, relentlessly, imperceptibly
Me,
Showing, a bunch of my careness
Me,
Expecting, how much longer do i have to wait
Me,
Torturing, my brain on drugs
Me,
Healing, by oxytocin that release from ur grin
Me,
Smiling, chemical insanity

Because a lie isn't a lie if the teller believes it, the way beautiful things

Me,
Asking

Why people love people who aren't good for them?

-In my boarding room, 1.09 am, September 1st, declaring my give up words-

Ya
Woman has a limit movement
This is my breaking point, Bye