In the world of love, some are happy, while others are heartbroken.
Sometimes, you're my friend.
Sometimes, you're my enemy.
Sometimes, I even mistake you for my lover.
I suppose that's youth.
"How am I a homewrecker? This isn't even love. Who gave me the right to be the other woman?"
"Just because I have a lot of money, do you assume I don't need a lot of love? Just because I have a house, do you assume I don't need someone to hold me? Could you stop and listen to what my heart is trying to say?"
A tribute to the youth I lived with all my heart. Let me spend the rest of my life trying to forget it.
