No star is ever lost,we once have seen.
We always may bewhat we might have been.


It isn't fair, it isn't fair. Sometimes i miss you. Because the simplest of the most complicated issues can remind me of you.

I worry that i actually didn't know you, I worry that you will forget me. Sometimes I worry too much.

At times i don't think you're worth my concern and i get really frustrated and annoyed and i feel like running to you though you're miles away, so i would be worn out and too tired to think, but i'd get to see you.

Maybe it's suppose to be like that. And maybe, just maybe, things would've been worse if you were still here. One thing's for sure, i'm done with you, i'm done especially with you and only with you at this point in time.

Face it, i've got better ones now, so have you. 50,50. Why do i not feel satisfied?