Monochromatic Hopes.

Bloody sunday night, i waited for your call..

Did the foolish and hellish things..
i knew it that i was so stupid..

As the time goes by, you had't called me yet..

Where are you Mr. Creepy-Fatty-Jerky ?

For some reason, that i couldn't tolerate, i just have to leave you..

I wrote some letters to you,

i knew it sound so melancolis,

but i just wanted you to know what i hope for you ..

Yeah, goodbye!

i pretended to be happy,

Even inside of me ...

It just felt like i stabbed my lungs.

It hurted.