copaste from bedah

Love hurts it kills.
Love makes you hate someone.
I love you so I have to hate you.
I'm sorry.
This is the end.
You aren't for me anymore.
This is the end.

Sometimes when you need a lift or a deep puff of breath, you tend to diminish the thoughts that you were a helpless, ruined kid with nothing in the palm but a handful of regrets of your past doings.

Sometimes when you think you are in control, you are not but to some extent, you hold your head to ponder what was happened to yourself, the before the present and the future.

When you love someone you hate, you tend to cry. When the one you love starts to hate you, you tend to bawl. When you try  to erase the picture of your loved ones from your little petite brain, you start to hurt yourself. When you think you are completely free again, with no one to be committed to, you are fooling yourself.

Because life is so sweet you can't resist to taste the buds and start to cry for not having it.

Life contemplates. Love hurts. Life has rules. Love is a shit with a bull. 

And suddenly you started to stare out into the night, trying to hide the pain, you're going to the place where love and feeling good don't cost a thing, and a pain you feel is different kind of pain, and I'm going home, Back to the place where I belong.. 

Love hurts it kills. Love makes you hate someone. I love you so I have to hate you. I'm sorry. This is the end. You aren't for me anymore. This is the end.