I have my own way, and you have your own world. I never know, maybe actually my own way is the part of your world or not. It hard to believe it. I ever try to believe, and i need a long time to believe in you. But you broke it. You never feel that, but not for me. How much the tears i drop it for you? How much the time i spend to wish the stupid thing with you? How much you lie and i still believe in you? How much i call your name in my pray? How much i must wait for you to say happy birthday in my birthday? And i always think that you’re busy and i wait for another year, but nothing happen, like commonly you do it again. It just so simple to say. You know that’s hurt when i still remember that today is your birthday, but i pretend to forget cause you do the same in my birthday. It’s hard to forget, in my sweet seventeen. Just want you to know, understand me.