So the lies that you've told,
it's like my love that you've sold.
but I still stay besides you all sworn,
and I know that I'am running into storm.
The love songs that I've sung so many nights,
holding your hands even in dimmest lights.
my gifts that you've so easily thrown,
and I know that I'am running into a storm.
To see my face why do you always refrain?
to have your glimpse my eyes always have to strain.
to avoid me every now and then has become your norm
and I know that I'am running into a storm.
cause the beauty of your face feels like a dope.
and when this happens in your dorm,
I'll be running out of that storm.
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