choking with grief and tears.
speaker viberates, "all i need is a little love in my life, all i need is a little love in the dark, a little but hoping it might kickstart, me and my broken heart--" self pity is unecessary. i planned the whole thing but i went too far.

"shotgun, aimed at my heart, you got one, tear me apart and then some, how do we call this love" rixton's me and my broken heart. i feel like i am in pieces, drawning in regret and hopeless, falling apart-- but the song is right about one thing-- HOW DO WE CALL THIS LOVE?

there is no way to start all over again-- twenty days later, i will go to maryland, several hundreds of miles away, and i would never ever see him again. this ending is NOT what i expected. what about "happy ever after"? your promises turn out are nothing in the end.

being controlled. ive been losing control of all these things, flashing between us. the insults, i didnt mean it. but no matter what, we would never be the same again. i losed. i losed too much, gave out too much... i just hope that you can remember me, even after i am gone. even in a hatred way, i dont care.... i just wanna carve my name, my existance in your memory, or better, on your heart.

you said, "good, leave." "move on. forget me." you said i hate you. i dont hate you, i never meant to harm you that way, and i dont even know you can hack in my account and see all my comversation record..... i dont mean it.

you know what? the saddest thing is i said goodbye, and i knew i wont still be able to say hello again. would we?

i will remember you. i will move on and on, find my new life in a new city-- but i wont forget you.

hate me, laugh at me, say anything all you want... i dont care, i just want to say, all these are for love. because of love.

"may be, some part of you just hate me, why do we call this love"
love is a assassination of a person's heart.

you crash a plate on the ground. it shatters. now say sorry to it. will it become as perfect and wholesome as before?

we've been ignoring eachother. everyday i see you, passing by me in the hallway, my heart feels like being teared apart.

will you feel the same way? or you already forgot me?

you sitting in the crowds, waiting for school bus. you lying under the shade, talking casualy like nothing happened.