Damn Me

I'm so sorry 'bout the thing I've done. I love you, and maybe that's a little thing that I don't wanna to know. I just makesure myself, you are the one. And because of my selfish, anything that has become mine is never can be shared with anybody. And, what's happening if I couldn't say every little thing that I need to say? I'm sitting here, and crying. Don't you know that? I'm full of anger and dissapointed of feeling. And, here, I'm asking myself, where is my arrogant??? Who never let me been defeated by anything. The most, damn feeling.