feeling alone. stressed.
I always knew there wont be anyone there for me.
true friends. who's mine.
like shit only.
I don need many friends.
One true friend can last me a liftime already.
where's mine then.
I sometimes regretted giving up my male-buddies for u.
when life's shitty boring, i realised,
true friends dont really exist.
Don tell me u'll always be there for me,
Cause when I really need you, where's the-you?
Fuck!
Everything have its own expiry dates.
The more im afraid, the tighter i cling on to.
But what's meant to be, are still meant to be.
And at the very last, All i sees is myself only.