17 more days to your birthday,
I miss you alot.
I feel like texting you.
But I promised myself that I won't.
Cause if I do,
the history gonna repeat itself again.
I thought that time,
things was alright and it's was stable.
But end up,
it's just a kids play to you,
an anger venting machine to you,
a walking ATM machine to you.
WTF is wrong with this?
All those words you said,
it seems the like the opposite way.
That will be the last time.
The ending is just the beginning.
What matter is time,
time gonna prove things all wrong,
prove that I can get over you.
And not brooding over you,
cause I see no point doing so much things for you
and you don't appreciate it.