i think i should fade away without telling you what i really think about you.
im here, and you're at the other side of the spinning whirl pool.
its gonna take a lot of guts to tell you, but i guess it doesnt matter to you actually.
maybe theres no point i should tell you. keeping it away from you makes me like you even more.
For once in my life, she stood up amongst the others. nothing will ever change that. but i guess if i let it stain there, it wont bring me any good either. sometimes i feel like by not telling you just makes

me like you.

i realise. il just shrink up whenever its her.

i dont know what is it that made me feel like a coward, i think she really do mean a lot to me.