I was going to write to you,
But I did not. Hoping you would write to me, But some other work got you caught. I played the game, Hoping you’d play with me. But also complained, Oh, what this world has come to be. I played the game. I played the game, Day in, day out. To sooth my own ego, Once again, beyond doubt. I played the game. To hide my own fault To show off my riches When all my home has is a bare roof, some bread and a pinch of salt. I played the game. But, now I know better. I know to believe, To trust in you, to trust in me. Trust that it’s going to be good whatever it will be. But, now I know better. I know now, that there will be none. There’s no room for any. Because the world with you is rare, Smiling sunshine every day, bringing light to many. But, now there will be none. It serves nobody. Instead of dirtying the lake of love, time has come to make it less muddy. But, now there will be none. ‘Coz doubt deserves no space in this world of peace, This world of fun. ‘Coz loving you was never easy, It was just meant to be done.
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