Vie. Rhapsody.
It's already written in our history. I'm your mistake, you're my carelessness. We regret the day we came to know each other. I've been having nightmares. Sometimes late at night I'd be tossing and turning - thinking; should I give you a call?
Confusing. Tiring.
Well, I don't know about you but sometimes I would just stare at the screen of my computer and look at your name (pathetic-I know). "What's with the long face?", I'd ask myself. I'd shrug my shoulders and say..."well, sometimes I do miss being careless".
Read between the lines. I miss you.
It's already written in our history. I'm your mistake, you're my carelessness. We regret the day we came to know each other. I've been having nightmares. Sometimes late at night I'd be tossing and turning - thinking; should I give you a call?
Confusing. Tiring.
Well, I don't know about you but sometimes I would just stare at the screen of my computer and look at your name (pathetic-I know). "What's with the long face?", I'd ask myself. I'd shrug my shoulders and say..."well, sometimes I do miss being careless".
Read between the lines. I miss you.
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