What I hate the most is you trying to stole my precious things. I know I'm childish, and those things are universal, no one solely own them, except the creator itself. You never know the meaning of the darkness in those things. The feeling of loneliness beyond those melodies, 'Cause you never know how it feels when no one wants to understand you, no one wants to know anything about you, and they call you 'garbage'. And when you in the center of the crowd, you can barely speak to one person. You have to through it all, before you really understand the meaning of loneliness. I know what you've been through is beyond my imagination. But still, i hate your smile when you try to imitate me. I'm trying to be honest here, so appreciate me. It's better than me being so cunning and talk about you to someone else behind your back. Well, actually what i'm doing now is talking behind your back, so call me hypocrite then. I'm not trying to be so pure like an angel oh so whatever. You can call me demon or 'garbage' then.
I'm sorry for me being so hypocrite. I'm wronged and guilty. Sorry. Sorry . . .