/i've got to throw these things away, these things that will never be mine.

i died yesterday.
i'm not the same like how i was anymore.
because i've learnt never to put everything into just one.
sometimes i'd wish things never changed.

i become hysterical, started throwing things around the house.
over a small matter.
i slapped myself.
i realised that i can't live up to.
so i think i'll take a bow and just walk away.

i'm a bitch, its my fault.
everything's my fault.
i dont know what will happen tomorrow.
i really don't want to think about it.
because if you really can't be bothered,
then i'm through.
my phone's in the bin.

maybe you were right,
what's not meant to be mine won't be mine.

i hope that things will change for the better.
lets see about tomorrow.