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Seventeen of November , forty minutes after 8 in the evening.
This is the day I wish not to come.
The day I'll know you already have a girl.
I'm trying to face the truth But here I am writing this
while taking my meal.
Though I'm no Cinderella
it's like the clock has turned 12 in the midnight.
Time to runaway from fantasy and face my reality
You'll never be mine.
Suddenly tears flow down my cheeks.
Damn! How childish I am.
Far from what you like.
But I just can't stop and cry.
As she holds your hands,
feel your warmth,
taste your lips,
I can't imagine coz I can love you more than these.
As she whisper in your ears the word "I love you"
and you said you love her too
breaks me in two coz I can love you more than that.
Honestly this feelin' is killing me
now that you're with her I hate it so.
Let me say sorry now,boy.
I don't mean to feel this way.
Heaven hope you understand.
I admire the boy so much.
But there's nothing I can do if you really love her.
Who am I? Who am I to know who's right one for you.
My emotion is raging the more I deny it.
If you deserve better so do I.
Guess this dream ain't mine.
This ain't my time.
Better forget this feeling now before I break down and cry.
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