I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you.

Keep bleeding,

Keep keep bleeding, love.

Sometimes, I'd miss you.
During those lonely hours at night.
Or when the wind blows during the day.
Or when the songs play in my song list.
And sometimes, I really wished I won't.
I'm too fed up to be bothered with it anymore.

Cuz it's too hard to fight what the heart has been feeling.

But you know what?
I'm done with you.

But I can't help but to let thoughts of you linger endlessly. Perhaps it's already became a habit I'm addicted to.

You didn't really care, didn't you?