Three A.M.
He says baby,
It’s 3am I must be lonely.
When he says baby,
Well I can’t help but be scared of it all sometimes,
Says the rains gonna wash away I believe it.
Day three, it’s been three days, I’m feeling queasy and restless. It’s been really long time since I suffered from such inconvenience of my life. But at last it came back to me, it’s day number three already. I feel so bad about it but couldnt’ do much about it. I am hoping that eventually things will get smoother, that things will flow off the flow naturally, without having me interfere or anything. I wish I could help it, but it’s destined, I’m damned to be this way for three days, I can’t ran away from it.
Yesterday was Monday, and BB took me to BodyPump and then we had french toast over HK restaurant, and I paid my bills and he sticked to my room from 10.30pm onwards, until the end of Monday and over edging to Tuesday. He was pretty emotional (as usual as if he’s pretending or simply too naive) but we got the later part sorted out and I was showing him my life in China, it was kind of reminiscing for myself as well, thus I couldn’t stop until 3am. So I said baby, it’s 3am it must be too late. When I said baby, well I can’t help but be scared of it all sometimes, saying that tomorrow is going to wash all away I believe it.