the guilty me... please put me in your prison...
depression overwhelming my situation,
confusion overcoming myself,
accusing me such i am wrong,
am i wrong?
but they pretend not,
i don't know,
i saw them smiling,
and acting you were not smiling hurted myself enough,
i felt like an outcast,
or maybe feeling like i am not like what you were expected me,
maybe because of me not enough in explaining,
maybe because of me always confronted with smile,
maybe because i always in back off,
maybe because i am me...
if my care is a guilty, i am so sorry...
if you call me jerk, i dont care...
if you dislike it, dont covered it with smile, lets it be straight...
if my name already dwell in the dirt, i dont mind...
but what about if i do not care for her?
you like it, ek? - the evil started asking and craved for the answer...
the freedom is totally yours, rite?
hmmm...
# posted by azy_jahat @ 4:33 PM