they say i am not in love,
but i know whats deep inside,
as my heart is a mirror,
there's nothing it can hide.
deep inside there is a girl,
spreading her arms in the air,
trying to fly beyond the sky,
but bonded by a fear,
fear of something she cant do,
fear telling her not to fly,
as she might fall down,
and helplessly begin to cry.
her heart is made of clay,
each and everyone can play,
she deeply know this fact,
so never lovingly she act
she know she is in love,
to the person she conceals,
how can she show it to others,
who never try to perceive
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