I was fixed, and broken down again.
I know it wasn't really it, but that's not what I was.
It hurts knowing that there's a piece missing from my puzzle.
But then again, I could've just make a new piece instead of waiting for someone to give me a new one.
Can't stop my tears from falling, yet can't make myself cry another drop.
I know that even though it's painful, it was for the best.
That's what I was supposed to understand...
That's what I think I am...
Still...I wish I wasn't that dangerous to stay with...
I'm just a lonely pack of bomb, ready to be found, ready to explode.
Ah, life's bittersweet, just like chocolate.
And I hate chocolate.
No really I don't like chocolate.
I'm allergic.
It's not that I hate life.... Or chocolate...
I can't help it that I'm allergic, okay? To chocolate,not to life.
No, I'm not watching a sad movie, nope.
Nope.
It's just that I accidentally ate a chocolate cake and then remember that I'm allergic.
Stupid cake.
The cake is a lie.