I always make your mood down.
And you hang up just like that. Sigh.
When you talk about other girls, I always listen. You talk about her, I'm willing to listen. Do you realise talking about her makes my mood even low? Do you even realise I've been feeling so damn low? No, because you never asked.
I've never expressed. I've been so damn pressurized with the weight that's on top of me. I can't hold the weight any longer. I can't. I want to burst out into tears. But I won't. I want to know if it's worth it. I need to know.
Why is the one I love treating me like a stranger when the one I don't treats me like I'm the world. Why?
The question is, WHY?
It was your love I was used to.
- Wawa Bby.
- WOW. That's how I describe me. ==' I think I'm done with girls. Let's just be friends. Baby is right, I don't need a woman in my life to complete me. :)
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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