Maybe I’m always available to you is making my worth dwindle.
Maybe a day will come when you’ll be surrounded by many and I’ll perish.You’ll rejoice the extra attention but regret our ending decision.
Maybe you find a friend in everyone but won’t be able to figure out the foe in that disguise
Maybe you’ll just crave for the one you once had.
Maybe your tears apart from your eyes crying over the part from which you decided to depart.
And maybe the day when you realise all this I’ll already be someone else’s part.
Just hold on these special person’s tight,
So that you don’t have to cry the whole night.
The one who is right,
Shouldn’t escape from your sight.
Don’t find that special one in someone new,
Search in the old and existing
the gold ones,
Because these persons only come in few.