Girl I am still waiting for you at your door,
won't you spare me a glance?
won't you smile at me like before?
won't you give our story another chance?
Girl as I weave a song just for you
You are a beauty not so bong any more
You are a monsoon blistering pain.
You are a summer of withering rain.
Girl as I stand firm and still.
I am not a Tiger, nor a Horn-bill
Just want to meet you at your eyes
Today my heart is as scarlet as skies.
Some words are already said
Some rhymes are yet to be made.
The musician brooding within concocts for you
My scars shine like crimson hues.
Girl I am still standing waiting at your doors.
Don't you want to run into my arms once more? ;)
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