I had him when I was rough and cold,
When things were bitter and life was old…
I can’t keep him… for he was way too good…
And things were bitter and life was old….

I din’t knew when I was no more in life but in dreams …

For he might glance back into me,
I read my heart a thousand times
And a thousand times, I fell asleep…
I din’t knew when I was no more in dreams but in life….

I may seem like a blooming bud because that’s what he made me…

For he might return back to me,
I stood at the door waiting…
Waiting for hours, before closing…
And I may seem like a blooming bud because that’s what I made me…

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