It's you, again. Like a never ending. As long as it's my stuffs, you'll get your ass in.
Used t be like this, I din't pursue and closed one eye. And here again, again.
From the start, I wanted t give 'him' face t forget and try again.
But again and again, all shits repeating for me t see. Not only me can see so.
Blame me, Im insensitive and unreasonable. As long as I know Im not.
I will move further away slowly, I'll drift from you as days passes,
If all these don't come t an end and continue...