
Each time you kill me alive
On hearing your painful snobs
The loneliness in your words
Make me lose all hopes
The love I have for you
Isn’t it visible to you?
Willing to walk on fire
Willing to cross seven seas too
The value of a lover in me
Is now so vague for you
When you see my empty chair
You will not have a clue
Only one thing I want from you
Is my love to get in return…
Same wish I have from first day
Will you cry for me on your own?
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