I'm going insane just thinking about you.
Sigh.

I'm thinking of you all the time, girl.
The reason why I can't really face you straight is because,
I know, you were once there for me, you once loved me,
I was your everything, and I just threw it all away.

do you know how much i feel like commenting on your facebook,
telling you everything would be alright,
commenting on your every post,
assuring you that you're not lost, and i'll be there.

I'll be here.
sigh.

I miss cooking noodles for you,
or making your favourite scrambled eggs.

As I lay on the bed,
I think of the time you fed me your porridge while I was having a hang over.
You took care of me, you nurse me back to health.

All these painful memories,
Just keeps coming back.

Darling, so there you are,
With that look on your face.
As if you're never hurt.
As if you're never down.
Shall I be the one for you?
Who pinches you softly but sure.
If frown is shown then,
I will know that you are no dreamer.

Everyday,
I died a little on the inside.

Ultimately, I'm just a pile of sadness on the inside,
wearing a mask on the outside, just to show to people that i'm okay.

Am I really okay?
Am I?

I'm always thinking alot.
But I'm telling no one now.
No one.

I'm still here, always.
Please come and look for me, I'm really really lonely.

I have no idea what I'm doing now seriously.
Nor what am I suppose to do.

What should I do?
What's my step?

Sigh.

Even when I know it will hurt,
I still go and do it.

I want to know if you're happy or not,
with the guy you chose.

Looks like you are, and here I am grieving about shit again.
Have to stop this nonsense.

I hate you.
What the hell did you do to make me hurt so much like this every single night?

I love you too much till it gets fatal.
Fatal to me, i feel like soon, i'm gonna just end all these shit by fucking jumping out of my window.

No stress, no pain, no more heartache.
Just me doing time in the crimson prison.