As tommorow will come, I always pray that I can give my heart for you. But I know you deserve better than just a heart like mine.
I hope I can make you smile, make you say you proud of me. As you died for me. As you sacrificed a lot for me.
But I know I still make you cry. Still make you upset. Still ignore you. Still leave you behind.
Oh God, I’m ashamed.
I love you, but I know I don’t love you enough.