when we first met, i kept lookin at you, becos i was afraid you will go out of my sight
when we held hands, i kept holding on to you, becos i was afraid you will leave me and i want to hold you tight
when we had a conversation, i kept talking to you, becos i was afraid you will not remember my voice one day
when i kept tellin you, "i love you", its becos i was afraid i might not have another chance to say

i left becos i did not see myself in your eyes
becos you let go my hand before it was time
i left becos you did not remember my voice in your mind
becos someone else had said "please be mine"...

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Sunshine ; Friday, May 21, 2004