He, the dream guy of her,
The guy who have wasted her time,
The one she thought 'her love'...
She, when cupid striked, she loved him,
She didn't know, she didn't care,
She thought it was love,
But now she realized...
He, shouted at her when she cried,
She thought he would lick her tears away,
Make her feel no more sadness...
She, cried herself to sleep,
Can never rest in peace,
With her soul lost finding love...
He, never appreciates her,
For each of her drops of tears,
A dropp of blood was hiding against it...
She is a dreamer,
She is a believer,
All the love had disappeared,
Her heart is torn apart.
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