Everybody always say, if you cry, you'll feel better. But how come I don't? Three years ago, it was like that. Every now and then, it's also like that.
Stop pretending to be my friend when you're actually not. Are you happy now that you've make me sad? What the fuck is your problem? Sometimes, I really can't stand you. Irritating, if thats what you want to call me, then let it be.
Many a times, I contradict myself.
It's okay to be angry and never let go.
It only gets harder the more that you know.
When you get lonely if no one's around.
You know that I'll catch you when you're falling down.
We came together but you left alone.
And I know how it feels to walk out on your own.
Maybe someday I will see you again.
And you'll look me in my eyes and call me your friend.
I really wish I can turn back time. Maybe if that thing didn't happen you'll still remain as my good friend.
I hate you, I really do.