I miss you, I just miss you so much its eating at my soul. The memory was supposed to fade, things were supposed to feel better, but it doesn't. The guilt of pushing you away remains fresh. Please come back.

Give me a chance. Give us a chance.

How is it possible for me to have two break downs in a week? I needed and wanted an answer for so long and I thought I had a glimmer of hope to be finally answered. By the end, I could have possibly screwed up so badly, which I regret my actions. I'll do my best to hold my tear for you.

I barely regret decisions I have made previously, but there seems to be one decision I made last week which inevitably will impact my whole life. I fell in love with the idea of you. I would want to turn back time to the 27 September 2011 and have clicked 'ignore'.

If I die young...

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed of roses
Sink me in the river, at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

Uh oh, uh oh

Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh and
Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had just enough time

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had just enough time

And I'll be wearing white, when I come into your kingdom
I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger,
I've never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand,
There's a boy here in town who says he'll love me forever,
Who would have thought forever could be severed by

The sharp knife of a short life, well,
I've had just enough time

So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls
What I never did is done

A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell them for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

Uh oh (uh, oh)
The ballad of a dove (uh, oh)
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save them for a time when you're really gonna need them, oh

The sharp knife of a short life, well
I've had just enough time

So put on your best boys and I'll wear my pearls

Ok, I get it....you didn't have to be so mean about it. Just because things did not turn out like neither of us expected, doesn't mean we are not even friends. But I got your message clearly. Pristine.