my day will be better
my day is always better
my day has always been better
but my nites.
u made me hate returning home.
returning to a nest full of our memories
filled with images of u all ard me
sitting in de chair u once sat
lying on the bed we once slept together
eating out from the plate i bought for u for vday dinner
drinking frm the couple cups
staring at the soft toy u recorded ur voice in
hugging the bear - the 1st gift u bought me
gazing at those dried flowers
memories jus flood me
i cant jus leave them behind yet
its all in me
in my life
felt so useless when i attempted to sms u
a whole list of guys on my hp list
yet ive to pick none but u
im hating my mood swings
getting angrier with myself as days past
get a grip jan
i hate it esp when i broke down suddenly.
cry a big deal
n be alrite the next moment.
i cant take it.
get out.
get lost.
im reali determined tis time round
ya outta my life.
but i reali love u alot my dear
miss u terribly love
i feel damn hurt
each time u ignored me
each time u gave me up when u say u wldnt.