Good, let me give you my life.

Wrote a piece so long, yet there's no point to send it out anymore. 

It'll be over. Then, I can move on. I wouldn't have a reason anymore to run back. It will be the end, finally as per what you want. 

It'll always going to hurt because what you took away from me, I can never get it back. 

As I struggled through the days, you are still the same. I wonder why. The one who threw stones wasn't me. The one who started this wasn't me. Why do I have to suffer? Why.