七情六欲

Whatever I do, it's always wrong.
It's always never trying, never once appreciated.
What is romance about?
And what is love about?

I can no longer differentiate how it is like to love.
You never fail to say we've been together for very very long, so things like these and that doesn't matter anymore.

Don't you know, those little things that don't matter to you mattered a fair bit to me?
And dont't you know its all these bits and pieces that are tearing everything slowly apart?

On Xmas eve, I feel.. so unappreciated, so despaired.
Or rather, not only today , but i always feel so unappreciated.

You'll never know, you'l never understand.
So nevermind.
Whatever it is, I guess, I need to know, I'm always better off.. alone.