So torn am I between a love that eludes and a love that persists.
Where am I, he who makes me wait or he who waits for me.
So cluttered am I in this trajectory.
I wish to be loved, I wish to take reciprocate but the fear of being hurt.
What if the story repeats, what if things drift.
How long will I collect my ashes and take rebirth.
A hope so illusory, better I give up.
Not for anyone but for myself, love will prevail...
Where am I, he who makes me wait or he who waits for me.
So cluttered am I in this trajectory.
I wish to be loved, I wish to take reciprocate but the fear of being hurt.
What if the story repeats, what if things drift.
How long will I collect my ashes and take rebirth.
A hope so illusory, better I give up.
Not for anyone but for myself, love will prevail...
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