I know im in the wrong.

I've done what you prefer me to.

Still not enough?

Then whats the end?

I've been trying to mend this broken string,

Which you just leave it aside.

A fragile string is hard to hold,

It seems like it will snap anytime.

And when it snap, it breaks my heart.

It's, however, something i've been trying hard to maintain.

Its hard to know what you really wants,
When you dont even want to say.

And i feel that, if i died when we're quarreling,

You wouldnt even care.

Cos when e quarreling starts, nothing about me matters anymore.

&- do you even know what i want?