I am blank, I don't know what to write
I am staring at the pages, when you strike my mind
I am thinking of you all day and night
But you act as I am a flower which died

And I talked to you last Saturday
Conclusion: I never wanna see your face again
'Cause seeing you makes me hate you more
I always knew, we were fake from the core

Why did you say you loved me the most?
Why give the cards which were nothing but decors?
Why did it take me so long to realize?
That I'm the one I should...