i've finally found out the season for apples.
now! people around me tell me i'm crazy when i ask them: do you happen to know the season for apples?
they'll give me that odd look; shrug their shoulders and change the topic.
no matter what, i've found out the answer to my question.
i'm going to hold on to it as a promise.
...

you know what.
all along you think you're the one that's most caught in between. but you've never known how hard it is to be feeling the way i felt.how i felt so hesitant and apprehensive about the whole issue, yet in the end, you made it appear that it was my fault to begin with. that i took things into my own hands, that i didn't and couldn't understand. that you failed to see the tears when they were falling down. or maybe you did, just that you didn't care. cause you were blinded by your own conceited priorities.

being seemingly caught up in this so called pathetic plight of yours, you seem to turn a cold hard heart on everything else around you. once again, you fail to realise how it hurts to be pushed away, or worse, to not even acknowledge the presence of people who cares. of course, i can't exactly fault you there, cause i myself am like that. yet the situation's obviously different. because for one, you knew. yet, the ego in you allowed it to hang around like a washing out on a not-so-sunny day. before deciding to pitch it to the other side of the field, ousted and good riddance, you'll say.

words from you don't mean a thing anymore. the one thing i can laud you for is that you finally came to realise how important it is to carry out what you say. still- i think the message requires some time to sink into that already overwhelmed brain of yours.

you always pride yourself as one who understands, so proud, so sure, and yet you made that one mistake you reminded me time again not to make. you assumed you knew the whole story, but you didn't, and i guess you'll never.

cause when you come back around, after painting the town, you'll see i'm almost over you.
...

but i don't mean a thing to him,
so she says.
ask him to prove her wrong then.
but words mean a damn thing no more,
she added on defiantly.