Wednesday, September 4, 2013

IJWYTK

I keep remembering the past
What I have done
What I have spoken
I am so sorry that you met the immature me
and I know a thousand apologizes still cant be compared.

Yes, I am a stone, a wood or whatever
Just say it
What all of you want to say.

Cause hurting a man like you
I want it no more.

Kech-ING Bel-ING