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Overloaded jealousy,
claiming my love for you and yours for me.
Acting like a maniac,
tossing emotion from nowhere,
creating destructive scene,
flowing your good mood with my tears,
making sure there’s no fun without my existence.

Wrapped in jealousy and insecurity,
I’m miserable and unsociable,
I’m needy and greedy,
nobody can make me happy,
but you tried.

Blinded by my pessimistic emotions,
shouting and stomping in front of you,
losing rationality,
creating the biggest mess for you.

Invading your privacy,
like an alien invading earth,
perhaps I am abnormal,
perhaps I am pathetic,
perhaps I am just unable to be content.

And yet,
you called it a beautiful mess,
treasuring every single good about me,
tolerating every bad about me.

All I gave you was a thousand blank apologies,
for the beautiful mess I’ve made…
I wish to proceed, go forward with you.
I want to proceed, go forward with you.
I’m sorry for the beautiful mess I’ve made,
you are the only person who can understand me.