I'm done.

You've succeeded in making me feel like a piece of junk.
I don't know what happened, i don't know what's on your mind.

It sucks to really care for someone who doesen't gives a shit about you.

But i've tried, i'm not giving up tho.
But i have to take a break, crucial period.

I think about the past, the greatest memories.

Those are all shit to you, i know.

Perhaps you've already burn everything.

They're still on my wall, in my wallet.

And everytime i look at it, i teared.

What happened to us?

i miss everything about you.