First u shy, now u lie....
I think my love's blind...
Should I cry? ?
Feel so alone.., u'r not home..
I waited so long... by the phone...
Sad and angry, that u make me..
U come online n I can see..
I talked to u but not so free..
Make a fire, do a stove
Burn me gently which I hope..
Wait for few times that for load..
Nice to meet u, I can float...
Whit my soul, alive in heaven
I dunno what'd juz happen...
Eaint Kyaw Khine(4th Jan,2009)
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