There somethings i dont know if i can say
They're the same things that bug me everyday
You know the troubles you have in everyway..
I think they're here to stay
And which room in your heart will there be space for me
which moment in time can I talk about we?
Because you're so busy and so laden within
Our lives are so far from symphony.
There're so many things i wanna say to you
so many times i wished i got through
so many days dejected i left
Yet i know..you.. you're hurt too.
The picture of future seems absent of me
As the other photos hang tightly.. tightly to your closet doors
To your beloved phone.. to the hardisk and more..
We need to talk, with courage and all.
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