4.37am

Even I'm used to the quiet life of Singapore in Jurong.

When everyone at this timing is sleeping or just waking up to prepare for work, some idiot is already up and out. Sitting on a random bench at the park.

But is he doing good for himself? No.
He's remininscing about the past, crying about the present, and hoping for the future.

Should I stop, should I stay?
Am I making things harder for you, babe?

Did he sworn to take care of you after I left you in his hands?
Will he travel all the way just to find you, just to see your face?
Will he look after you when you're sick?
Will he drop everything he's doing to answer your call?
Will he wake up in the middle of the night, to remind you that it's cold?

Cliche, but I just want the best for you.
Things that I can't do anymore.

I still do all these things, it just makes you sad because it's me instead of him.