No matter where you go or what you do, you cannot please everyone, someone will always hate you, you can either fear it or embrace it. If they hate you, it means you're doing something right.

I raise my hands to the sky, smile, and sigh, all because the blade met with my arm, once again.

I don't care what people say about me unless we claim friendship.

When their smell comes out of their clothes, you know they're really gone.

You love me, but you don't need to date me because you can't love me anymore, is that right?

Maybe I'm a little confused because you said you wanted me, but now you're dating somebody else.

No matter what I say or what I do,
it'll always be wrong to you.

Is this all a misake? Or is there a purpose?

Don't let me mess this up, for what we have is golden.

I promised I was done, can I keep it?