心痛啊，心痛！

我真的很对不起。

I've made many mistakes and each time I do, I regret. And with regret comes the unavoidable heartache, the kind that is dull and nagging and only weighs you down more. If I could take it all back, baby, I would. I'm sorry. So do remember that,

当我说我只会为你写华文，那是我真心话。记得吗，宝贝？

Untold.

It's like reading a book, and realising only at the end that the last page's torn out.

Then you're kept in suspense, and it kills you. You wanna know, but you can't. You try to get another copy, from a friend, a relative, but to no avail. You go to the library again and for some reason, that's the only copy. And it leaves you feeling sick, and uneasy. Well, at least pretend it's a good book.

Goddamnit.

Incoherent.

Seriously.

I think you oughtta get a grip, and start acting like a man. You make a deal, you keep to it. You don't leave the other person hanging and waiting, cause that just ain't cool. Just ain't gentlemanly. Especially not if you've kept him/her waiting for long enough now. Not cool, man, not cool.

But what would I expect of you?

Read what you wrote.

Now don't get me wrong.

I may creep you out but I don't really care, done caring about what you might think after i saw those words (which probably weren't even directed at me, were they?). But I wanna let you know that I don't need everything you write about to be about me.

But the fact that I made a disgusting mistake, and committed an awful sin betting on the fact that it was mutual, only to know that everything I thought was isn't, just makes me feel sick. I may have betrayed, but I didn't stab you in the guts.

I'm sorry, babe.

Like a prayer.

When you call my name, it's just like a little prayer. I'm down on knees, wanna take you there.

It's been some time that I've lost sight of my goal, our goal, my eyes straying, my heart flitting. People have been trying to shake me, get me to see what's right before me. And today, when I heard your words, my heart tore and melted, at the same time.

I don't know what's to come, but I hope I'll never hurt you again.

A lost friend.

Is like a coin that has fallen from your purse, rolled across the ground, and into a drain.

You'll probably never see it again. But of course, you'll collect many other coins along the way, some old and rusted, some shinier than you've ever seen, but it'll never be the same. And as you watch that valued coin roll across the ground, maybe chase after it, you know its gonna roll into that drain faster than you can catch it anyway.

And you'll just watch it disappear, for most likely ever.

Just hold me.

While I shiver and cry.

Tell me all will be fine. Even if tomorrow never comes, tell me that you'll always be mine. Because my blood is pulsing through my veins and I know it'll all be over, if not today. If I drop dead and die, baby, I know you'll always be nearby.

Tootch, I'm over. I'm dead.