now i see your name there, but i don't keep staring at it anymore,

thinking about the songs you play, and wondering what they mean,

and i don't change my personal messages, thinking that you'd be reading them,

because i know that you won't, and the songs you play, don't mean anything anymore.

i'm not over it, how can i be?

when you once said that you loved me?

and all those words i've said before, i meant them.

too late, you're already a part of me.

it's okay, just think of it as a mere memory.

erase it if you want, but i still have a copy.

yeah, you should forget about it, delete everything.

get married to her, your sweet little duckling.

to be honest, you're just an acquaintance now,

because i don't dare to contact you, and vice versa too. not even an SMS, now that's pathetic.

but i can do nothing because you're the one with a new girl, not me.

anyway, i don't regret what we had. you probably do, but i don't.

because i know that whatever that i've been through, makes me who i am now.

if i regret you, then i regret myself.

you've been a great teacher, don't you know?

i guess you don't, won't want to, and never will. i really hope that you'd spend forever with this one.

because you've been together a long time, it's not right to break something like that.

and frankly, i still care enough that you don't have too many memories to delete.

because i've learnt that the record will never, ever be clean.

i'll keep my promise and wait till graduation.

i'll feel so proud of myself, yes, i'm pathetic.

but at least i keep promises.