Boy,
I like you can make me impressed…
Although it made me stress first,
But it makes me felt missing you…
I love the way you look at me…
I love to watch your back…
But,
I hate the way you sing like I’ve made you hurt…
I hate you don’t make me your only one…
I hate the way you depend me…
It makes me think,
Should I give up?!?

