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.

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