Dejavu

It is always like this. I am so sick of it. How can I escape this heartache that I feel. You only come to me whenever she is not around. i hate the fact that I ca'nt get mad at you. i hate the fact that I am still hoping for you.

Every other day, you two always fight. I wish you love me and I will never make you fell that bad. NEVER but you won't ever give me a chance. I cry at night coz I don't have a gut to tell you how I feel.