I never know when could all these end for once. Every time the hate just grow so much. Understanding more just make me lose more control over what I've should have been gaining. Everything seems to feel so wrong, and nothing else could have been a better one for me. But, I will never raise the flag and say that I've lose it all. I'm still holding to what people practice most of the time; Trust. Just don't make me change everything.

Showing off your guts never meant a single reason for me to be fear of you. Nevertheless, it makes me more interested in landing some justice onto you. In another word, you're just nothing rather than another Romeo in the making. Jealousy never plays a part in this. But its more of a reluctant act and disagreements. You could wonder a thousand years about what you going to do about this and other things. For me, I just need you to trigger everything and for instance, the changes shall take place. You might have created everything with your bare hands, but you forgot to use a little instrument called the Brain. This is what you might called a Gentleman's Game, but you playing it like my little brother playing with his toy truck.

Since you got tons of guts, why don't you share some with me and show what you made of? I'm not asking you for a fight. But I rather want to know whether that balls of yours are worth the courage you're showing. Come forward and speak to me. I'll be ready for any surprise that will be coming out of your mouth.

Opened mouth, closed eyes. You speak a wonder, but none meant a single thing. & I'm not impressed.