Aight. Aight, Mate.

Yes, it’s true that he was indecisive.
The pulling force from the opposite end,
Made our relationship do a little bend.

I hate to think of all the other possibilities.
Why does it have to be so confusing?
Which one of you guys thinks it’s amusing?

Perhaps I will have another chance…
Sometimes I wish I had the power to read minds,
His face would be very interesting to look behind.

This all still agitates me so much,
It seems to be always my fault;
Then I ponder as I halt:

‘I was not the one to lie continuously;
It was him that always did the deceiving.
My job was to find a way to do the relieving.’

This won’t make my bad thoughts go away.
His words in my memory are just little captions;
What really hurts me are his actions.

One day all this mess will be cleaned up.
He will suffer as how I did,
But boy, I still love that kid.