i don't really hate it.. neither do i love it..what you do to me.. just wish you to be there..sitting..half laying... with check prints on your shirt..
getting into your habits..i hate it..but still cant help but making you my muse..
making you my rain..
i hate to look at you..when you are not staring at me..
when you promise to be there..
and then i am there..
i cannot read you..
you get difficult day by day..
getting into your habits..i hate it..but still cant help but making you my muse..
making you my rain..
i hate to look at you..when you are not staring at me..
when you promise to be there..
and then i am there..
i cannot read you..
you get difficult day by day..
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