Maybe, you think about me. Maybe not. In fact, I don't think so. You want to know what is hanging around my head? (probably you don't care about what I think or stop thinking) I'm tired of this situation, dirty situation. I'll send you to hell, because all the things you made me feel were lies, every time you touched me you didn't love me you only wanted me and I've realized that you're not worth it. I was a fool for thinking you could love me some day, but now, I have grown up and you have stayed below me, so I'll tell you last two words: bye bye.