You draft your perfect paper, you talk 5 mins, just like that Tina Jojo. You get nervous just standing up, and read it under those restaurant light.

I personally didn't have to see any of you in 20 years, to that eternal forever, never seeing anymore your faces. You want to show up. Show up. It makes no difference, we NEVER knew each other before, talk before, communicate before.

What's so different this 5 mins each of you just like that Tina Jojo. You finish, you pack and go. You proven your airline tickets its when you feel like to running in and out.

You didn't mean a thing to me, not before me, not after me. Its just another Tina Jojo, everything I already seen, hear, know. Every move.