MAD

I am mad at you.

Why do you lie me?

Do you think I will do something bad if you let me know your new work ?

I am not that kind of girl.

I have myself, and no one can against my self-pride.

If you like me, if you love me, even if you think of me, you won't do that to me, would you?

I am tired. I don't know what to say.

I am the Queen, and follow me...if you care about me.

Or, you are nothing to me.