So it's been almost a year, I've had a little secret that only me and few of my close friends I let to know. I've been going in a ride with a, what a proper name to call, an asshole? Can you imagine somebody drives their steer through while you're lingered on their bumper? I've told you already, this is an asshole. I play no joke.
I know this is so wrong, but I can never seem to let it go. I know this is not how things supposed to go, but who am I to tell any path where the fate should pass? Then so I embrace the silence, the coldness when our sights touch each other, the don't-know-what-to-say moment every time we're both alone. I don't know, I thought we actually had something but I thought what I thought was wrong. And now, not that I'm tired to declare that I do still care, because I clearly see what I've done all along is only going to waste. What's worse?
So here, just in case you forget, let me refresh your memory a bit. I was the one who listened to your problems. I was the one who took your bullshit. I was the one who actually cared about you. I was the one who stuck around even when everyone told me to leave. I was the one who stood up for you. I was the one who loved you even when you gave me every reason not to. And lastly, I was the one who was there for you when no one else was. And I don't ask you to do the same as you won't let me to decide. All these times I only am finding excuses, all these times I pretend anybody to stay. But if you don't put on the effort, why should I?
I imagine someday I can let into the car, sit side by side along the road. The sunshine pours us in summer breeze, as the birds start to fly as high as the clouds. The songs we sing along while we watch the magic God shows between the day and night when the moonlight drops. We hold our cups of coffee, tell each other our secrets until we fall asleep. That would be worth the tears I dried for you, as this fucking everyday goes by.
But here, we've got nothing still. We let this imperfect ride goes on.
I know this is so wrong, but I can never seem to let it go. I know this is not how things supposed to go, but who am I to tell any path where the fate should pass? Then so I embrace the silence, the coldness when our sights touch each other, the don't-know-what-to-say moment every time we're both alone. I don't know, I thought we actually had something but I thought what I thought was wrong. And now, not that I'm tired to declare that I do still care, because I clearly see what I've done all along is only going to waste. What's worse?
So here, just in case you forget, let me refresh your memory a bit. I was the one who listened to your problems. I was the one who took your bullshit. I was the one who actually cared about you. I was the one who stuck around even when everyone told me to leave. I was the one who stood up for you. I was the one who loved you even when you gave me every reason not to. And lastly, I was the one who was there for you when no one else was. And I don't ask you to do the same as you won't let me to decide. All these times I only am finding excuses, all these times I pretend anybody to stay. But if you don't put on the effort, why should I?
I imagine someday I can let into the car, sit side by side along the road. The sunshine pours us in summer breeze, as the birds start to fly as high as the clouds. The songs we sing along while we watch the magic God shows between the day and night when the moonlight drops. We hold our cups of coffee, tell each other our secrets until we fall asleep. That would be worth the tears I dried for you, as this fucking everyday goes by.
But here, we've got nothing still. We let this imperfect ride goes on.
