my imagination runs, wild maybe for that matter, but it's got no right to in the first place.
i can't help that it hurts, when you act the way you do.
it's you being you, and that's why i accept it.
in a friend's words, doing something right doesn't mean you have to feel good about it.
it's this case. you see, the right thing to do, would be to accept, leave you alone, and just step aside, in hope that i could inch closer if circumstances allow it in future. yeah, that's what i try to do, but whether i feel good about it, is another thing.

it hurts, it really does.
panadol, ponstan, and painkillers, can put me to sleep, but why do i need sleep when the pain's only painful when i'm awake?