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I lie on my bed, trying your number,
it says you’re busy, “where” I wonder,
It rings for a while,and I start to smile,
Only to know that,you have cut it again,

I think of times, when you were not so cold,
I think of times, when I thought you were too bold,
You never ignored me,you dint run away,
I never thought, life would turn this way,

We liked each other, and we liked the way it was,
Never realised it was so fragile,just like glass,
We never complained, we never fought,
And faced together, the troubles life brought,

You said you loved me, what we had was all true,
Every sorrow was gone and every joy was new,
Now when I think of that, I wonder where it went,
That smile of yours, that smell of your scent,

I wonder where we lost, what made us pay this cost,
Why you became so cold,just like the winter frost,
I am still try to call you,trying to get you back,
May be we can make it work,despite evrything we lack.