An open book.
Love u love for the love you gave
love u love for the love time we had
love u love for our lovely fights
love u love for always getting right
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I sit in my living room with my cell
my fingers pressing its buttons but they always fail
to search a friend to whom I should call
but my bad luck, every time from the sofa i fall.
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The day when she accepted my love
we both were two happy doves
as we used to understand each others' feelings;
talking, sleeping, muttering and loving.
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The real one which I wrote:
From the onset of my life
where daily my soul cried
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I hate myself for being so rude
I hate myself for watching them nude
I hate myself for crying alone in the dark
I hate myself that i did not made any one to notice my bark
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