You saw it coming, but you'd rather bang into it anyway. In times like this, you've always chose to face the truth yet hide from the consequences. I've never understand why.

When we fall, see the blood ooze out, cry and shout for help, wait for somebody to apply ointment, cover it up with plaster, and eventually, time heals the wound. Sometimes it leaves a scar, sometimes it doesn't.

But I see you fall, again and again, you're almost a master in falling.

Its high time to learn first aid, darling.

Needless to say, I'm just a call away *v*