I don't mind at all.

It's so sad

I am kinda tired

kinda selfdissapointed

your sweet words couldn't mean something

they are mean, you are mean

you'll never give love, the definition makes you mad

and your sweet smile can't heal

all the hurting and the screaming, you know.

Then the sun rise, your eyes make the most lovely look

but it's just a shadow, I convinced myself already

because the love I gave could never compares, the burning your words can make.