With eyes sparkling, I hopped and hoped
Of love coming back in a charming cloak
But the expectations raised were all futile, the mutiny with self inevitable
Thus progressed the tale like a torn page out of an old chapter
What I had wanted, what I had wished
It was only for you to share a piece
A piece of happiness, even a piece of truth
But not a piece hidden behind a big solid wall of you
With you in your own sweet world, whenever I wanted you so much
And I wondered whether these were coincidences for real.
Thus every time you thought I was pushing you away
But it was you who started the act in the first place.