I thought ignoring you would help. Help me get through every little storm that passes by. But I was wrong, again. Ignoring you makes the storm even heavier. Because then my mind keeps wondering what we would have written to each other. They say that time heals your problems, but how long do I have to wait? Wishing for a better day, wishing for a cleaver mind. There are days when you don't even pass me by, but then again, there are times where you never really leave my mind.