Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their toil.
For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falls and has not another to lift him up! (Ecclesiastes 4:9-10)
How long have I fall....? I forgot...
That day still seems like just yesterday... When everything crumbles apart...
Is there no one to lift me up...? Or is it that I reject all who tried to help...?
Nevertheless, woe be to me... Woe be to me...
Everyday I'm escaping, I'm running away...
From the past that always haunt me, till this very day...
Anger became my friend, bitterness my partner, and hatred my teacher.
Everyday gets worse and I just curse till my head burst and it hurts so bad, since she left, I should have thought of that one first...
No one, not even me can accept what I did, and I just keep running away, but I can't, cause the past comes back again.
