Everything is torn into bits and smashed into crumbs now.
How much I preferred you to tell me than I find it out myself.
Stop saying that you're sorry because it won't help anyway.

Everyone will be happy tomorrow
and I will be the one glooming away...

I'd rather you told me sooner,
and not after I've waited for so long...

What a mixture of feelings...
and my heart feels so squashed...

Mum, OLs, fantastic4, and friends, I don't want to cry...
How much I told myself that I don't want to be the last to know...
Yet now I'm the last few...