It is evident that you're alive and my guitar isn't.
So who wouldn't expect you to be more comforting than her?
All faith is lost in you.
Well atleast you thought me that there'll always be someone home,
For me to scream my brain into.
Through my fingers, my electricity.
And she'll hold me like you've never held before.
Today we read in the papers,
It's good to think about death,
Cause that's when you realise you have to tell ppl you love them,
Say you're sorry.
Say thank you.
Yet you don't.
And say i'm special.
Did i pave my soul for you to walk on?
I never dreamed that i'd love somebody like you.
Maybe, i'm right now.
Or wrong from them start.
You tell me.
-Rajan
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