A little rain inside me, a little pain inside me. A little dose of mellowness to compromise the life, in a precise amount.

-Self-Quote-

Sunday, January 16, 2011

The Stranger in Us

There are a thousand different ways for you to choose to make it up. 
But in the end you just said that it's me who pushed you away. 
So let me tell you this: I might be stubborn and arrogant brat who knows nothing,
who has his own countless faults,
who probably don't get to make it all about me once in a while,
but I didn't push you away.  

I know it's not easy being with me.
I know you're not the walking wikipedia who knows it all.
Yet the fact that you don't know me at all,
have me question about everything that we've been through: where were you the whole time? 


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