His looks made my feet cold
Whenever he says my name, i get goosebumps
The height of whom have been dreaming of
But his heart not for me!
It hurt more than a stab
Have done all in me, to gain his special attention
All to no avail!
His intentions were clear from the beginning
Friends and nothing more
I do envisage him as "Mine"
He gave me all the time in the world
But not a smallest space in his heart
The one his running after, care less
Whenever his hurt!
I'll be swimming in the pool of tears
Why do love have to be this way, i wonder
He kept running to me for advice
I often act the role of good girl
For i don't want him to know
I'm lost beyond trace just for him.

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