This one's for you.
If it sounds weird to you, well, at least it's not to me.
(I am running out of space to scream my heart out. Damn. And so here I am.. crying my heart out, not fully, but yeaaa..)
I don't know what kind of person do you think I am. But I think I might be worse. And I wonder if you can deal with that because I can't even deal with myself.
I'd like to know what's on that mind of yours but for a second thought, I'd refuse to know. Because this may not be the time.. yet.
Time will heal this pain.
Time will take me to you.
Time is moving fucking slow.
You know who you are.