You will never get to know how much I loved you
But I would like to keep it that way.
You would never know why I gave up on Coffee
Or why I cut my hair.
You would never know why I now like Pink Floyd,
And where all the badges are gone, those were once here.
You will always keep guessing why I took my dance lessons
Or why I started watching those English drama flicks
You’ll never know where my wrist bands are gone
And why it now lies unused – my fav t shirt
I guess you’ll never knew it was you I meant when I said
My kindaa girl should be sweet, cute and the smartest ever.
And you’d mocked – “That’s all?!”
And you’ll probably never know how much I loved you,
and how much I miss your calls
But it had rather be this way any day
A broken heart is easier to handle,
than to handle “I wish I hadn’t met you anyway”
A broken heart is much more easy to handle
than to have you in my life at a price I can hardly pay
and only for you to sometime, someday, without the slightest of notice, just walk away…
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