One Last Chance

I am the whisper in the night. The darkness to all light.
As I travel through the pain. I will never be the same.
I am truly crazy, and that is how you made me.
Please just come and save me, because I don’t want you to hate me.
I know I can’t lie, because we do it all the time.
Please let’s make the clock rewind, and do it one more time.
I never want to lose you. Please just tell me what I have to do to really prove it to you.
All I want to do is to love you, and make you feel the same.
I want you to give me another chance. Let’s take the last dance.
I know it’s just insane, that our love can never be the same.
I don’t think that I can live through the pain. I just want to sleep again.
I just want to dream of you near me, and once again make it a reality.

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sweety rajpal
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Oh, really heartbreaking, but if its not happening move on. You will manage 🙂

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