I wait for you to come to me
Yet by far your voice seems scarce
I think how our meet would be
Those are the thoughts of my scars.
I lied to you, I hurt you bad.
Now I repent for the sins.
I love you and loved you mad.
Impaled with many laments, like pins.
I am sorry, Shri, I apologize
I know how you feel now.
You said you will forgive my lies
If I fulfill my solemn vow.
I fight each day, with my misdeeds
Coaxing myself every damn time.
I hope this crisis ends to my needs
And end this meaningless mime.