I Just Think

Some times I just think,

If only I wasn’t here,

I might choose to other side,

If I do think about people, why can’t I think about myself?

I don’t have any self pity for my self,

I regret…

If I get all what I want,

I might not be satisfied,

Cause there’s nothing left for me to chase,

Sometimes I hate for being so perfect,

Being perfect makes everyone hates me,

I hate to be myself

Which make me loose some confidence,

Sometimes I can’t forget about the past,

Makes me not in the mood,

I can’t take the way it is…

I hate to have a friend,

Because one day I realize I might loose them,

And there’s nothing left for me…