A Little Note Before

I'm heartbroken over a guy, and perhaps he's in New York, my favourite place which I thought would have given me life, waltzing with a girl he just met over the bar.

He might be that guy I met in a cafe last week, while I was sipping my latte with my head buried into a book.

He might also be the guy that look at me from afar and never see me as the girl who would be with him with tiara and all, with red lipstick on my lips, pretty.

He might be that guy who can never appreciate who I am, because he's so obsessed with his own happiness.

And I'm that girl who...don't know what's wrong and what's right anymore.