telling myself, to stay on, hold on, sit back and relax.
but i know deep down inside i can't stay still any longer.
not because i can't keep but i can't take it anymore, it's tiring.
so tiring, that i might just wash my hands off and leave before it gets worst.
but history might repeat itself.
the pain inflicted upon that beating organ is much more painful than anyone could thought of.
i don't wish to go through it again, but things just don't seem to be as good as thought.
if time could turn back, i'd change many decisions.
decisions that won't cause such trouble to myself again.