Had been one year, the feeling just as strong as before.
I had thought I already numb for that, I thought I had forgotten that,
But, the cracking sound I heard from my left chest, it seems repeated very day.
The day is coming again, that's fast, I had brought to hell, for a year.
Everyday, I thinks of you,deal with hate, love, sadness, pain.
No one can understand this feeling, no one know what I'm feeling of.
I remains alone, back to be a loner, at that dark corner, licking the wound you gave, counting all the memories we had.
I was hoping everything just actually an April Fool joke, even though that will just a dream, forever.