Sometimes, I'm dying of jealousy
With those who betraying their lovers without feeling guilty
With those who hurting their lovers' heart without afraid of seeing the tears
With those who seldom giving any news to their lovers without getting anxious
With those who decided anything without discussing
The climax of my jealousy is when they did like that
Their life is just as smooth as the cotton
Sweet like a chocolate
And in my mind, I'm just thinking how can they smile when their lovers are in the saddest part?
Life is too cruel, sometimes
Life isn't fair, sometimes
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