For the many times you keep on confessing.
For the many times you keep on asking.
For the many times you keep on trying.
Didn’t you think that it is always failing?
Maybe because of timing.
But why you have to be the one who’s always leaving?
As if I always have to be the one waiting.
Maybe because you are not meant for staying.
Maybe because you just love playing.
Now I hate myself for always believing.
That it is about you finally changing.
Now, isn’t it disappointing?
Because here we are again in another ending.
Though it’s still you that I’ve been missing.
And that I’m still loving.
But this time,
Keep on walking.
— Joyce Fugnit