love is like the weather....its cames and gone....but sometimes it last.. it came with the wind... sometimes it's a sweet breeze but sometimes it is just a killing tornado...put life in the lines.. where we cant decide.. the wind came although we didnt summon.. it cames naturally just like love.. sometimes i taste love bitter than ever...but sometimes it just perfectly sweet.. i'm not a daydreamer... i'm not riddance... i'm not a killer neither a suicide person... but its still ends with painkillers... between it makes as numb from all sorrows or make us die for takin too much
