What a pity on my self
It is not that I am difficult
I am not ordinary
I am educating you
In smart relationship
I am slow beginner
Street walker
With little hope
You have dreams
Ambitions
And rightly so
Cool
This is love
You call it hatred
And I will love you
For these little memories
Still I love you
Tomorrow I will wait for you
25/6/2009
From: The Groove
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