Once, twice, thrice, again and again

Being accused of what I am not

Once, twice, thrice, again and again

Taking the blame of what I am not

Once, twice, thrice, again and again

like a sharp blade that sliced through

I'm not who You think I am

Please don't think You know me well

You Don't

What hurt most is not being accused

What hurt most is being accused by the person

that You think the person would know You well

Once, twice, thrice, again and again

You made me gave up explaining

You once said

Don't keep everything to yourself

Does that still matters, now?

The day you said I humiliated you

Accusation, who went through it more?

Humiliation, who went through it more?

Misunderstood, who went through it more?

You or Me?

I kept silence does not mean what you said is right

I kept silence does not mean what you said does not hurt

I kept silence does not mean I agree with you

It somehow just shows

Deep inside how much I treasure this

so-called Friendship

(that you might not put it in your eye)

That could make me tolerate for so long

That could make me forgive you for so many times

That could make me laugh and smile even it hurts inside

That could make me joke at what I'm not

That could make me allow you to accuse me

That could make me allow you to humiliate me

I could tolerate all these

because I understand

I understand that this Friendship

is not only between you and me