Where is my dream?

Reaching home yesterday, only to find myself washing y ace with tears. Endless tears, I couldn't find any light, any hope, all of it were smashed into a billions pieces. No matter how hard I tried to fix it, it wouldn't be prefect anymore. Truths are always too cruel, but why does it always happen to me. Aren't I worst enough? Why made it worst for me? Where the fairness!? Why do I need to even wash my face with liquid from my eyes. Those that think I didn't spend time understanding them, shouldn't they think about the amount of effort I placed in. Ya, who cares!

Woke up around 7+ and msg my friends telling that the badminton game was a history. Went back to my bed again, only to find myself sleeping liked a dead log. I was rather tired after sobbing and thinking too much. I told myself to be strong but my capability is at a limit. Aching arms and legs weren't in comparison with my aching heart.

Hey, hey, you, you
I don't like your boyfriend
No way, no way
I think you need a new one
Hey, hey, you, you
I could be your boyfriend

Hey, hey, you, you
I know that you like me
No way, no way
No, it's not a secret
Hey, hey, you, you
I want to be your boyfriend