Years ago you told me that i was cheapskate, didn't know how to dress up, was always pulling myself down over small matters, always being controlled by my parents.

Ever since we broke up, i made a promise to myself that i would change and then i would get you back again.

And now that i've changed, you told me that i have other problems. All i ever did change was for myself, and for you.

Then it has come to me that, all that i have changed, it didn't mean anything anymore. From the start it might have even been possible that you never once did fall for me. I wished i had a clock to rewind time back to the past, i really do. But that's just fantasy.

It's not that i'm being desperate, i just hate being alone for such a long time.