If I could just clear my memories of you . . . .
I miss you . . . .
Every atom in me miss you so bad . . . .
I'd clear it, if I could
there's nothing to worry
at least, I'm not becoming a sleeping pill addict,
and need to go to rehab
I know, I'd been through hell for these past two-three months,
but I'm lucky I'm still breathing by now.
When it comes to love, it's hard to accept cruel reality, or the truth . . .
I missed all the moments as bad as I wanted to refresh my mind . . .
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