Tuesday, March 30, 2010

WHY ?

Yesterday..
???????????????
Kept appear in my mind

The time at Attitude pub
You and your friends standing outside there
While she stop her car..
You took two glass of beer came in front of the car
You throw towards us
The glasses broke
Me and her inside the car
I'm crying and talking phone with mummy
She asked for help from her cousin
You're in mad and ask her to get out from the car
You called your follower bring me to the pub
When the first step I step into the pub..
There's many many people kept looking at me
Almost all of them in the pub
My tears kept falling
Those uncle asked me not to cried
My heart kept worry that what will happen at outside

Few minutes later..
You came in with your bleeding hands
My heart totally stop
When I'm in front of you
Looking at your bleeding hands
My tears really cant stop
When touching your bleeding hands
My heart so pain
Why wan make till like this ?
Worth ?
She didn't treat me how
What for such that ?
She still got two kids in house
She needs to take k of her little kids
For sure that I also dont wanna to see you get hurt

While going to report police with two of your friends
I kept asking them this and that
They told me that you quite siak me
They said I'm their princess
All of you wont lets anythings happen on me
Arrived police station..
I saw she was there too
I stop them and asked them not to be there
I really felt so sorry to her

1 somethings..
Back to the pub
There's two police outside there
But luckily you're on the way to home
After the police leave
Your follower send me by using your car
In the car
The phone kept rang included mine
Unknown was calling me
Your follower told me that you know that I wanna to be a stewardness
You asked all of them to find out the information for me included your friends who are at kl

Thank lots
I know that you quite care about me
But please NOT to fight because of me ok ?
It's not worth
You make yourself pain only

She is my sis , You're my daddy

NO REPEATING IN MY LIFE ANYMORE SUCH LAST NIGHT



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