I traced back the past with every might I reserved.

Da gentleness ya had fer me has faded long ago.

I cant remr when is da last time ya praised me.

Da appreciation has ceased to become nitty gritty things that ya're picking on.

Da concern I once received, is being barred from da barrier of selfishness.

Clouded with uncertainties that made both of us bitter.

"Ya'll learn one day" is wad ya always say but failed to acknowledge wad I shld be learning.

We change nobody.

I then realized, our love has died even before attaining to da maturity stage.

Im cool, this is da phase I gotta go through.