Singing low, gazing over the old days
I will be right here ,waiting for you.
Hey! Its ok to be hurt for you.
It really feels nothing . leering rays of ur smile
Eases troubles off.
Beyond any illusion about ur being
My soul is confessing its childish stupidity.
Will you cease loathing its fault....
Singing low, gazing over the old days,
I will be right here,waiting for you.
I will be right here ,waiting for you.
Hey! Its ok to be hurt for you.
It really feels nothing . leering rays of ur smile
Eases troubles off.
Beyond any illusion about ur being
My soul is confessing its childish stupidity.
Will you cease loathing its fault....
Singing low, gazing over the old days,
I will be right here,waiting for you.
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