I wouldn't portray such devastating expression or words if I didn't feel it.
I wouldn't say such word if I wasn't disturbed by it.
I wouldn't act annoyingly if I could stand the disappointment.

I've been promising myself not to talk about it again.
I've been telling myself not to think about it again.
I've been assuring my mind to not to care about it too much.

But it seems like the situation's getting harder and rougher.
So I think it's the best time to speak about the truth.
Whether it hurts or worst, kills.
For at least, just for one time,

I crave for an honesty.