When I first met you,
You let me taste the sweetness of rice.
When I came back for more,
You promises me a field full of paddy.
When I had stayed on,
I helped you to plant more fields.
When we had plenty,
I did not realise you had shared them with other.
When I had put in more effort,
I did not notice you had stopped.
When I still continued,
Behind me, you had gone over the top.
When I finally stopped and looked back,
It was already too late.
When I saw that what's left for me is waste,
I remembered crying hard to myself.
When I stopped crying,
I knew I have to stand and clean up the mess.
When I started doing just that,
I have walked in a different direction from you.
When you realise I no longer had your back,
You begged for me to return.
When I looked at your pathetic face,
I know I want no turning back.
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