Why do you have to argue so senselessly, so tragically. Why do you have to be like this? So foul, so awful.
I didn't want to give this fight up until you acted so incomprehensible. The frail of a girl strategically placed aside.
What could make you so possibly heartless to say 'no' to me this easily. Like it doesn't hurt to decline the trouble I've gone through to do those things.
I didn't want to get burned and buried away in my past life. You were ignorant once, too.
Where's the point in the honesty and comfort of my words when my courage's shaken at every speculation you make.
I didn't want to think what you told me were out of spites.
Who said it was okay.
I didn't get a chance at not forgiving you. I haven't got a chance.
And because I have taken you too seriously all these while, everyday, every insult you made, every shove against my arm, every prank you pulled, every revenge you plotted, every out you walked on me, every frown shone upon my dampened face, am I in such awkward predicament.
To love or not to love doesn't make no difference however more.
I am a lie, unwavering even in the day light.
I am a torn paper plane, unable to take flight.
That's that or my heart's going out of breath.