..Wearing what i wore on the first date, all the feelings come back but damn its too late..wish you could see how much it kills me, wishing things can go back to how it used to be..

When you push me too far, I'll shatter like a glass dropped to the floor, and after that nothing will bring me back together.. Ill always just be nothing more but a shattered glass...

If this kinda pain were physical..
i'd be bleeding to death..