Why would I bother to cry over the things that are already what they are?
Why bother getting mad over the things he will never know about?
He's happy.
And though I'm bleeding, he don't know.
And he surely won't bother to know.
Because for him, there's nothing more valuable than having the person that makes him happy on his side
Even if it means... losing the people that he can make happy.
They say there's always a price for everything
But this is not what I expect from the very start
I felt betrayed for not knowing
Only to realized how he deceived my heart.
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P.S. This is for the girl who cried over the beauty of Siargao.
