You can't be bothered anymore;
You aren't at least interested at all;
Even if I were to disappear one day,
would you care where I was?
It's one thing that I can't stop it.
It's another thing I have to do it alone.
It's one thing that I'm the one guilty and sorry.
It's another thing you acted like you're never wrong.
Right now, I'm too weak to fight.
I let you do it your way,
and I let you get away with it.
I let you be rude, I let you be ignorant.
I let you be sarcastic, I let you to.
And all I'd do: run away and cry like a girl.
One day, when you find out about all this,
I hope you'd regret we were ever friends.
One day, when you find out about all this,
I hope it'd be too much for you to bear.
I don't feel jealous, I'm disgusted.
But who am I anyway?
An ugly duckling still dreaming of being a swan.
Wake up dear me, you're late for reality.
To you: If this is the end, then it's the way we've started in the first place.
Oh and congrats for the job well done at cutting me up into small pieces! I salute you, really.
"I don't know; I don't care."
I "think nothing about it".
p.s. a big THANKS to all my girlfriends {in random order: nadirah, jannah, safiah, wida, fadhilah, musfirah, raidah, sarah and namirah} and boy-friend for being there for me and asking me to be strong. I'm sorry if I'm a bore or a nuisance, I'm sorry if I've been troubling you with my stories, and do stop me if I'm going overboard or anything. All I can say is that I love you for all the advices and the much help. I won't lose myself over this, promise.
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