She sent me away on a holiday
She made me smoke and sweat
I thought I dropped her on my way
Even as she did over me, fret.
I let her fret over me because
Poor thing hasn’t had a meal
Since ages, Since Santa Claus
Refused and terminated her zeal.
What she wanted back then
Is what I want for me now
But she still wants
What she wanted back then
So there’s no
Chance for me anyhow.
She arranged for me this vacation
And prayed that all goes well
My whole life’s gonna be a relegation
My whole world’s gonna be hell.
1 comment:
it could be a rock song definitely. kuch melody daalo.
waise samajh mein nahi aaya kis baare mein hai but thats ok. im sure it has a personal message.
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