i've been with you during the hard times,
during the pain that keeps on haunting you,
and during the times that someone dumped you,
yet i've never been that wise.
i let myself caught in a fight,
that i can't really never win.
and how come a bell suddenly rings,
saying it isn't really a fight for me to win.
i hate the way you let me fall,
the way you smile the way you talk.
but i still thank you for letting me know,
what's behind my wall.
you've became a very big lesson for me,
that i won't never evr forget that i'd encounterd with.
thanks for the memory and thanks for everything,
most especially thanks for the game that you'd played with me.
i still am a friend for you,
and you're still a friend for me.
so let's just rebuild what we have before,
and make things right as we go.
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