Its been six hundred sixty three days had passed.
Its been one year and ten months.
Its been fifteen thousand eight hundred forty hours went by. Caught you cheating and lying for a couple times. You struggled, you got lost, you were confused, you throw hurtful words but I chose to stay. You came back, we get throught everything. And once again you got carried away by the beauty away from me. One day I woke up alone with pillows by my side.

I was doomed, I was lonely, I was shattered yet you chose to leave and enjoyed the fame, money and party. I tried to keep myself intact but everytime the moon shines, sadness blooms. I asked you, why? and you said "i don't know"

And in my mind, I asked myself "what do i do with a broken heart?"