It sometimes seems so cruel ,
the way of everything ,
the way it ended only it didn't ,
not for me , never for me

That I would cry over and over , as the days blend into nights ,
over and over as my system fails to exhaustion ,
over and over burning the face you once adored ,
over and over till I can't no more,
over and over even if I can't ,
over and over cause I am losing the ability to even cry over you

While you would sometimes smile on a good day ,
hearing my name on the lips of passer by in the street ,
in the in-between time and then ,
go board that train , go on about you day anyway

Why am I always the cursed one ?
Why...