Well, I'm probably not in your list now.
You probably wouldn't know how much I cried in the night.
You probably wouldn't know how much pain I felt alone.
You probably wouldn't care how I am or what I've been through.
I'm probably your past. Something to be forgotten.
You probably wouldn't read this, but if you do,
just know that I did cry over you.

Although it all seems like past to you,
it's not the same for me.
I thought I was strong enough,
that all these are behind me,
but everything just haunts me time and again,
and I just hope that you'll be there to comfort me again,
but I guess it's never the same.

When I'm faced with problems I can't handle,
when it's something my parents can't know,
I have nowhere to go, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Even when I feel like crying,
there's no one to find, no one to comfort, no one to care.
It's just me alone, facing the giant world ahead of me.

No matter how strong I may seem,
I'm actually not that strong at all.
I do still cry when memories haunt.