my heart hurts on that same path home.
tired mentally and physically.
you know my issues about stuff like this,
but things still end up the same way.
people may say i'm a party pooper,
i don't care,
cos i have my reasons.
and you know them,
but...

don't know how is this gonna work out.
i shall wait for your call,
which mayor may not come.
i won't know,
until tomorrow falls.

sorry for not talking much,
i would rather save all thoseshit for myself to fight with internally.
i know your internet's down,
if anyone reads this and is kind-hearted enough,
as him to call.