Going about self, thoughts pop you up of everything I gaze
Holding you not can I do, because you never gave me a chance to think I can do?
Behaved so odd, but I’m not too bad.
Call it pain; call it joy, had no faith yet it’s not really fair!
Hope goes in vain, understanding is ever all drained
Now I look restrained, that nothing could explain!
Grieved for the loss and heaved out what people name it as “pain”
Holding you not can I do, because you never gave me a chance to think I can do?
Behaved so odd, but I’m not too bad.
Call it pain; call it joy, had no faith yet it’s not really fair!
Hope goes in vain, understanding is ever all drained
Now I look restrained, that nothing could explain!
Grieved for the loss and heaved out what people name it as “pain”
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