Sand in My Eyes
I wish you were happy and would treasure your health
Hoping you won’t force yourself to be too busy
Why can’t I say the things I want to with my own mouth?
That I need to use SMS to help us communicate
I haven’t trusted the SMS you dare not to speak with your mouth
If you had the bravery to voice your feelings, you would have guts
I hate myself, for not having the courage to reply your SMS
You and I, politely said let’s not bother believing
Who treats me so bad I willingly admit defeat
When you won’t even count as a good friend
Yet you have such courage to tease me and call me an asshole?
I’ve gotten angry, and forgave after I turned my eyes away
10 calls, 6 calls, and you still say you think of me
After that, thinking of changing my ways would be inappropriate
I’ve been confused, endured pain, this won’t hold me up
At lease I have experienced a climax, would not seeing other again be enough?
I’ve already broken up with you and I’m scared to make up with you
You already don’t exist in my world
Who would have thought that today, the mobile phone is such a treasure
Even if I was to wash away your messages, I couldn’t do so.
