So I asked her:
“You and me; were we meant to be?
Was I made for you?
Was it all a trick?
All the things I did,
Did you see me fit?
I could sit and make a list of all the promises and still ran out of space.
Was I a fool to fall again?
Fell once; more than twice:
But unfortunately I could do that again.”
I treated Her right – no lies
Always made sure I had no disguise.
Did all I could just to make her mine,
Even though there was that other guy.
She had to pick but she lied
She made me think I was the one.
I kept on bragging because I thought I had the rights
Now I’m left with no option than to look down and cry.
Tiptoeing along the edges of the boundary you put up.
Reliving the vertigo; the loss of balance from reminiscing.
Vertigo when I see you.
But there is two sides to every story,
And I’m all ears,
I hope yours sounds convincing.
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