i always knocked the door of your way
Today you not here, i talk to myself
i blubber in solitude,then console myself
you are not here, i can't cry
Whenever needed suggestions i ranged up you
you always put forwarded your hand
Those never changed my life
but tried to drag me on right track
You never gifted me flowers never prezzies
but gifted something that was uncountable
I never wanted to loose anyhow but i lost you
you never changed my life but made it cozy
your absence bangs my head... no one is there
then i say..i have to walk alone my way
when you was here i never understood the value
when you have gone all away
i always get confused on my way
i close my eyes,i enfold myself in my arms
two drops of tears, two drops of remembrance
i make my syrup and gulp in one time
saying myself.. you not here, i can't cry
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prezzies:gifts
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