I have never felt so weak and hurt like this before
I am lost in my thoughts
My heart beats so fast and my mind is occupied with the sound from my heartbeat
Thanks again for saving me from all the trouble and from the unset.
Teasing me is actually not important, letting me hope so much that we would spend life together cost me thinking of the times we spent together.
Well, I don’t have anything to say but the pain i feel in my heart makes me cry every day.
If you lose a moment in the past, hope should keep you for moments in the future
Hope is what is kept me going and I know that right is what I am doing
I would have cried you a river, but I think I would build a bridge and get over it
What hurts most is the pain you left me
Cos I remember the first time I fell in love with you
It was like riding a bicycle and being reckless
And as i fell, the scar i had told a story of the pain you left me
And I fell, and I fell, and I fell again
I feel like a broken glass into broken pieces just like my piece that do not rhyme
And if loving you was a bounty hunt, I wouldn’t get a dime
Sometimes I think to myself if loving you was a crime
Cos what is the point of loving someone when they will break your heart
As of now, I want to stay xtasy overdose
Cos my love is something that nobody will ever know
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