thanks a lot, is all i wanna say
as i pack my stuffs and go my way
from this place i used to wonder everyday
thanks a lot, don't ask me why
'cause deep inside the answer's so dry
even given a chance i will never cry
thanks a lot, i saw it in your eyes
when you blinked i thought you were my sweet pie
but with time you said i never applied
thanks a lot, i don't have much to utter
you only have the doors to shutter
and the seed of love to water
thanks a lot, you may now click
close your eyes and your lips you may lick
shed a tear of which i will never deserve
thank you lovely let us believe and pray..
BY PHILLIP IBSEN.
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