why is it that whenever i see you flirt, i would still get jealous?
whatever le lah.
flirt around for all you like.
i must not get affected so easily.
i'm not going to care anymore about you.

suddenly, i feel like giving you a tight slap.
how nice would it be, going up to you and *piak!*
get out of my sight, please.
hurry up and get out of this school.
maybe memories are the only thing i need.
and it is the only thing i have left of you.

i dont why the love sort of like turned into hate.
whenever people speak bad of you last time, i just so feel like telling them to keep quiet.
but now, maybe, i think, they're right.
i wont let you hurt me anymore.
:)