you don't know how many times I turn to look at you today.
you don't know how many times I had to take a deep breath and let out a long sigh, trying to shove my thoughts away.
I wish I could just go up to you and pour everything out, but I know you'll deny and ask me to stop being sensitive.
Can't I be the upset one, for once?
you know, it hurts to see those happening right in front of my eyes, what more seeing you --
don't you ever care about how I feel?
Blame me, I know!
I guess there's nothing more I can do. ):
you, boyy! I'm sad not mad.
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