It’s 3:00 am. Going through all your old messages and I want too delete them, arise you from my memory, but your stuck like glue. And want to shake you off, but you keep being there not leaving my mind at all. Days like this I wished I never meet you, then maybe I wouldn’t be her, crying my eyes out, and screaming at the moon. And sometimes I wish you saw me like this, so you would feel bad for what you did, maybe then you’ll comeback to me. Then I’ll be rethinking, and suddenly I’ll be hating you, and for what you did to me, and what you have med me go through. If someday you come back, telling me you love and that you’ve been missing me, I’ll be looking straight into your eyes, I’ll be telling you the truth, yes I loved you, yes I have missed you too, and I know your gone listen to what I’m saying, and then you’re gone realized that I’m taking in past tense, something I used to do. Something I don’t anymore, and then you be realizing, it’s too late. The girl you used to know, she has changed, and she is not what you remember her to be. She is not weak, so is strong, with full of life. And she doesn’t need you in her life.