I thought it was going to be a different anniversary that I had planned.
To have a nice dinner over the cable car, looking into the nice scenery and recalling back of how we had got on together.

Nevertheless, you do not even bother with anything at all. It makes me feel like it seems nothing much a matter to you. I kept my lip sealed to ensure it's a surprise.
End up, it's nothing. Other then wasting so much money, i earn a big tight slap from you of asking me to wake up from my own fucking ideal lovely idea of how big fuck can an anniversary meant.

Next, it was valentine. I had nothing much to comment. Because, it's ignorance of me to want to see you, to tell you that i love you.
I couldn't help but to cry silently. I do not need any big wooha celebration, but i need your presence. I couldn't help but to divert my attention to studies, when in fact my mind was filled with you.

It was all solely an invited trouble that I had created for myself.
My heart is shattered to pieces that I wouldn't dare to tell you.
I'm on the verge of needing help from you, but I don't want to be a burden.
You're the only remedy, yet, I'm lost of telling you what you and I could to solve a problem.

No effort was seen nor done for me.
It was all what a normal boyfriend should do, but not what you would do for me.

When I'm learning to let it all go, you hold me back.
Telling me how much you need me.
Telling me how much you love me.
Telling me how much I meant to you.

Do you mean it? Why do i still feel the insecurity from you?
Working day and night to shag my body out, was the only way which I could run away from thinking of you.
I don't feel any priority nor understanding from you.