We chose to be in different story with whole different plot.
I tried to sing to your chords. You thought you played beautiful epiphany.
I tried to walk in your pace. You insisted not to slow down.
I tried to walk a bit faster. You didn't bother to catch up.
You never knew I was trying.
You agreed that I was wrong. I agreed to agree.
Now you've got yourself a nice colorful story to fit in. Joy.
Black and white is all I have for I will pretend I am doing well if you ask.
If you ask.
I am not mad if you hate me. I know you have learned so much from me.
But never as much as what I have learned from you.
Please don't feel bad if you hate me but say thanks before you leave, at least.
Good riddance.
What is it this time? A book? A movie? An author? Haha. Selamat sembahyang Jumaat! Don't mengelat-ngelat=P