baby, this is call love.

I don't like when things actually can be so fine and nice without things happened,
yet it happened.

I don't think it's worth it because, i'm the one getting hurt and it's not lightly.

You took a knife and in front of me, you stabbed me deep into my heart.

You saw the pain in my eyes, i can't shout but can only cry.

My tears is like the blood that flowing down from my heart.

I won't wait for you anymore.

Because, waiting for you is like waiting for rain in the drought.

Unless and disappointing.