LIAhhh Sup Por.

You wrote a blog
A blog of entries for my reading pleasure

You wrote a blog,
Which slowly evolves into one
that seems one you wrote for me

The entries became a dedication
One which you hope to creates stirs and hurt in me
But all failed
Yet hurting and trouble yourself even more
Why do you chose to be involve in the 1st place?
Blame yourself for wanting to be a player in this game.

And what do you get at the end of the day?
You become a mockery.

What's those pictures and words for?
Hoping to send thousand arrows into me?
Hey girl, don't have to tell me how lovey dovey they will be
They are not a threat nor do they twitch me.

Don't know why you chose to be controlled by me.
Your writings which you hope to be envied by me, plotting it against me.
I dun know why you personalise it for me.
Why it become so fake and narrated out just for me?

Don't know why you wanna act smart and be controlled by me.

It is not a shame to tell others your ups and downs.
It is a shame to conceal those downs and pretend what good life you are leading right now.

Why do you look at yourself so down?
The prune and the raisin on your lip are unique.
Don't conceal or cover it.