Shell-shocked and weak-kneed. Oh boy. Slowly, I can pick those alphabets put them together and spill the words. Silence. It hurts me like a knife schemming your arteries and veins. I am not that heartless and I am not a cupid either. Cold. They don't know what we have been through. They keep on talking. Nothing can be erase. You tattooed us with scars. Yet you don't realised. You are living in your so-called-disco-world. You are just a selfish machine, indeed. Give it up dude. She doesn't deserve you. You know that. And you know you don't want me to strike chopping kick on your cerebrum aite. You are big already. A man. Act like one.

No grudge. Come peace. Gentleman ;)