friendly and easy-going, i am that girl. the girl whom you thought you’d own if you’d trick me and even the girl whom you thought was easy to handle. yeah i was that girl. but ever since i met you i’ve changed, a lot. i learned to do this my way and get the things i wanted.
being strong as possile, you know you’d never get me back, after the things you played on me, it can never happen again. for i’m born again, but not as the girl who would always cry for help as the girl who helps. things are brighter and clearer for me now that you’re out of my way.
staying optimist as i could be, strive for better things in life, like a better lover and better friends. but somehow i know something’s missing. but what could it be? what could be pulling me back to the memories? everything went blurred again for me as soon as the memories came flooding my thoughts.
i became weak. i became my old self again, longing for shelter and your touch. i wanted to be complete but it seems that nothing or no one’s coming back after i’ve pushed them away. things became more diffucult for me to swallow. then right before i gave up, there you were, smiling at me. we said our apologies and explainations became one again. i got my life back with you and the others.
hmm.. did you think it was another fiction? haha no it isn’t. but you never thought i’d be a girl who’ll try anything just to strive for the best didn’t you? well, i’m still not the girl you thought i am.