At first,
i thought you were my falling stars. My wishing star.
Too bad. It was just too bad.
Mistake. It was a total mistake.
Till i found,
That you were an artist,
Who drew scars.
Scar. Scar.
A lot. A deep one.
Count the tears. Its countless.
Count the sleepless night. Count the strength less day.
Count... Count...
No, you wont be there. You just wont.
Days have passed by,
And still,
I was awaked by your
lies.
Your lies... Lies...
No, you wont care. You wont.
Cause you’ve take me by loan.
Pay me cash.
End me as your trash.
Till then,
Till then,
Till then.......
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