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A Moron

Hundred and sixty days are gone
Do you still take me as moron

Between us was more than just a game
Do you remember how tight you hold my hand in rain
Insane and lost in pain, can we start whole thing again
How long are we going to pretend
You mentioned we were different
But this whole thing is making us same

Thing were going good, all day hanging around our hood
Listening to our favorite track and
Making promises for never looking back

Only if you remember the whole hoodoo thing…
Rather than just pretending
How magical we used to be..
How meaningful it could be..

But again hundred and sixty days are gone
Still you might be calling me a moron..
-Suneela

 

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