Sorry that trouble you a lot for six months.
Sorry that I make you feel odd.
Sorry that I waste your text messenge credits.
And sorry for something I have ingonred but you feeluncomfortable,or even angry.
I swear never next time.
Since I realize the truth that which stage I should belongto.
Daydream too muchbut thedreamhas been broken.
It is time to say goodbye, mybachelor andmyactress.
Being give up,ending sadly, butI have nochoice.
Hopefully you would be okay for everythink.
Somememory is happy, atleast.