This is how I like it.

'....do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand? And would you get them if I did?

No you won't. Cause now you're gone...'

Moving on with life.

I give up. No more lies, no more tricks, no more dramas and I'll surely end this loneliness and endless cries. I am right. I have no right to fight with people who doesn't belong to me. And so I'm gonna move on. I do know how to forgive, pero I never forget. And I only forgive when people asks for it. God...

It's really over. You got me crying a lot. Part of the plan I guess. Your diabolical plan to squeeze the juice out of me. And for whatever reasons, I am never gonna come back to where we were. Never. All I can do now is hope for the best, and try even harder to emancipate. I'll rest now and leave. Cause for a moment I almost lose all of my breath trying to catch up on you. But finally, all the feeling besides anger and frustration are all gone. I think breathing would be a hell lot easier this time.