"Breaking your own heart, is harder than letting someone breaking yours."
When I look into your eyes, my world around me stops...
But now...my heart stops.
When I heard from you, I have butterflies in my stomach..
But now...I have tears in me.
When the world around me do me wrong, I smile...
But now...I can hardly know what's right.
Missing is hard? Or missing "missing" is harder?
-sigh- Stay breathing is harder than it seems...
