To you, the self-proclaimed righteous one.

I seriously dun know why you bother. You've gone and left us behind. You got your own house, your cells and whatever. Why come and talk to me only when something's happened or you have an ulterior motive? Please la, save all your words. I dun need them, because all these while i've lived without them. So what makes you think i need your sympathy and self-righteousness now? Yet now when i say all these to you, you tell me that you're sorry? HAH. Save your sorries for someone who will believe them, because i won't, not anymore. Even if my freedom's taken away from me, you WON'T be the one that i look for. Not now, NOT EVER.