Each time, I risk getting scarred.
And this.. Is the very reason why I am so cautious in deciding who would be worth that risk.
No, U were.. worth that risk.
But i guess, that risk was just taken at the wrong time..
And now.. Here I am. And here we are.
Not many would understand why it's taking me this long.
But I guess, it is called a scar for a reason..
And it breaks my heart to see what we've become.
Did I make it that easy
To walk right in and out of my life?