My best still ain't enough
I almost gave everything
From the sweetest of stuffs
Till the hour of proposing
I suppose you don't like me
There's nothing to do but to accept it
It's alright, I'm not mad or angry
Because I chose this way, way to be wasted.
I know it may take time
But I'll be better soon
Goodluck with your days
I hope your beauty will still bloom.
