Can't think straight now. I'm sleepy, but I can't sleep. I have friends, but I'm lonely. It seems like I always appear as a friend in a wrong timing, wrong place, to the wrong person. When I love, no one bothers; When I dis love, they say I was just fooling around; When I'm hurt, they say I'm dumb, worst when they said I'm wrong. Why only when I'm hurt, then only someone realized my love? Why when I love, they say I'm confused? Isn't it best if when I love someone, I remain silence, knowing it only to myself? He said he was sorry, both us said can't let go, both us said we have to go on, and today I got a scrap box message, written "Never give up on someone you can't go on a day without thinking about"
Guess what I learnt today? I'm still plain me.
There will be a day, I believe, the day when finally someone finally brave enough to admit, to appreciate, to share, and to grow old together with my love.
I just don't understand, what is wrong about being honest of my feelings? What is wrong with being passionate? What is wrong saying I love you to the person I really care about? Why doubt it when I'm passionate? Don't try to question it after you doubt it, hurt me and I left.
A fact = I've been there; but I can never be there again, for you or maybe myself, have push me away.
"Just say it", that is what people always choose to believe to, only directly from the person's mouth, we are willing to give up.
"just say it, tell me you don't love me anymore, and tell me you want me out of your life, then I shall be gone,vanished forever in your life," Is that what you want me to say? Or is that what I want to hear?
Or maybe, I'm waiting for God to tell me,"you don't even know what love is! you don't deserve anyone!"
Anyway, what the heck, he has his love, he sees his love in that, and I bet he hopes in what he is going through right now, what more can I say? I'm no different at all. We both are trying to do something, to love someone.. what more can I say? For you, I will live well, without needing you to worry. If only I can say it once more.. I can't even write it out, for it hurts so much within.. if only I could do it.
To whom I shall rely on?
To whom I shall cry to?
No one else, but myself.
Not dad, not mom;
not my brothers, not my sisters;
Only myself,
the inner self,
whispering"it's him, it's him,"
conflicting with,"let him go, let him go,"
To whom I shall rely on?
To whom I shall cry to?
No one else, but myself.
To love you,
I will always be good.
I will be good.
Guess what I learnt today? I'm still plain me.
There will be a day, I believe, the day when finally someone finally brave enough to admit, to appreciate, to share, and to grow old together with my love.
I just don't understand, what is wrong about being honest of my feelings? What is wrong with being passionate? What is wrong saying I love you to the person I really care about? Why doubt it when I'm passionate? Don't try to question it after you doubt it, hurt me and I left.
A fact = I've been there; but I can never be there again, for you or maybe myself, have push me away.
"Just say it", that is what people always choose to believe to, only directly from the person's mouth, we are willing to give up.
"just say it, tell me you don't love me anymore, and tell me you want me out of your life, then I shall be gone,vanished forever in your life," Is that what you want me to say? Or is that what I want to hear?
Or maybe, I'm waiting for God to tell me,"you don't even know what love is! you don't deserve anyone!"
Anyway, what the heck, he has his love, he sees his love in that, and I bet he hopes in what he is going through right now, what more can I say? I'm no different at all. We both are trying to do something, to love someone.. what more can I say? For you, I will live well, without needing you to worry. If only I can say it once more.. I can't even write it out, for it hurts so much within.. if only I could do it.
To whom I shall rely on?
To whom I shall cry to?
No one else, but myself.
Not dad, not mom;
not my brothers, not my sisters;
Only myself,
the inner self,
whispering"it's him, it's him,"
conflicting with,"let him go, let him go,"
To whom I shall rely on?
To whom I shall cry to?
No one else, but myself.
To love you,
I will always be good.
I will be good.
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