When i was moving along cross road, i was thinking of you. There was that deep thought in me that made me run all the more faster, to push myself harder. Thinking about how i ought have to been more careful, how i ought have to been less generous. it appears that i may have gone the extra mile for you, but i guess i would have done it for any of them as well. just that you seemed like you needed me more. then when i realised that you were taking me for granted, the scars hidden so deep opened. unappreciated. that's what haunts majority of earthlings. We like to feel appreciated. The rest whom i did dishes for complemented me. My precious girl dropped me sweet notes. You? you asked and demanded for one more favour after another. How can we be so selfish. And how can we hurt each other so much. why ever can't i learn how to give without taking back.

it seems almost normal now, after days of stormy weather and after you trying to placate me with a bar of chocolate. like i'm a little kid who needs to be placated with a lolly. But, you're forgiven nonetheless, cause as much as you need me, i do think I need you too. But there's that small hint of a crack that seems like we both need to tread so very carefully, careful not to break the fragility of it all.

When i was moving along cross road, i was thinking of you. There was that deep thought in me that made me run all the more faster, to push myself harder. Thinking about how i ought have to been more careful, how i ought have to been less generous. it appears that i may have gone the extra mile for you, but i guess i would have done it for any of them as well. just that you seemed like you needed me more. then when i realised that you were taking me for granted, the scars hidden so deep opened. unappreciated. that's what haunts majority of earthlings. We like to feel appreciated. The rest whom i did dishes for complemented me. My precious girl dropped me sweet notes. You? you asked and demanded for one more favour after another. How can we be so selfish. And how can we hurt each other so much. why ever can't i learn how to give without taking back.

it seems almost normal now, after days of stormy weather and after you trying to placate me with a bar of chocolate. like i'm a little kid who needs to be placated with a lolly. But, you're forgiven nonetheless, cause as much as you need me, i do think I need you too. But there's that small hint of a crack that seems like we both need to tread so very carefully, careful not to break the fragility of it all.