I guess sooner of later this has to be done
Clearly, it’s time to step down
I guess it’s the way of looking at signs
And considering whether it is destined.
I guess I have to stop pushing
And let it pushes me.
I guess I’m tired of speaking and always losing
Pretending to all and faking my feeling.
If it’s ok then I’ll be okay.
If it’s not moving, then I’m not shifting.
High hopes and wishes,
Would still be just a dream
How it still hurts
Not an answer for you to redeem.
Urm.. I think Shakespeare is going to laugh at me again. Damn!
