The one who loves you more or the one who you love more?
I'm sorry things have been this way. Maybe I'm being immature and stubborn now but I can't deny. I can't pretend. I can't lie that I can take you in, as how I used to see you. But I wish you'll stand strong even if we are not here, friend.
No one is pretty, i know. And I know I'm not, inside.
