Remember when I said sorry,
And when you said sorry,
And we say we will forgive and forget,
And to not involve each other in each other's life?

Well,
Lies.

Lies,
Too many lies.

There is too many hate in your small ***** in between the lungs that apparently helps you live
But those lungs inhale hatred
And love you think people really mean it
After it enters into your lungs
It flows in your blood,
And into every part of your body
That causes every action you did that you think people would accept you for who you are because you think you're "loveable"
Then it enters your lung and into the atmosphere
And that is when you start to say things
Things which half of it is not true.

Tell the world how a disgrace I am
And I shall tell what I think of you.

Now tell me,
From the deepest part of your heart
The place that is sacred and never been touched
Because I know that place exist
Because I know not every devil is a devil from the start,
Tell me,
Was it worth it?
Do you feel loved?

I still knock even though I know the place is empty
So I walked in and saw the emptiness
I listened to emptiness
Reminisce
"Till the sand is on the other side."

                                                         ­   "One last time."

I collect all the memories we scattered around the room
I hear every sweet words of forever in the room
I feel the love we had

"When this ends..."
                    
                                             "Letting go would be easier."

To let go,
Or to be let go
Which hurts more?
Who had the stronger heart?
Who  had the bigger ego?
Who loved more?

"It's not bad...to be alone."
                                            
                                                   "I can still hold it in."

My eyes are wet
I could remember everything
Your screams
The sound of me when I cry
The sound of me letting go.


                                                     Time's up.

**"But..."
                              
               ­                                                                 ­              "I still love you."

I'm so sorry.

For avoiding you,
Ignoring you.

Feeling jealous
When you talk to other girls.
Yet not bothering
To make the first move.

When I do,
I'm sorry
If I appear clingy.

I'm not good enough for you.

But I wonder,

Does all this matter to you?

Sorry, for disturbing you.