Facing you
In these big glasses
In your absence
Making my eye lashes
Facing you
Have nothing to say
Your presence around me
Makes me stray
I love you
From the bottom of my heart
You know about this
Then why confessing is so hard
Should I tell you?
Who are you in my life?
Or should I just sit in bath tub
With my hands holding a knife
I don’t have courage to confess
So you come and say
Or are you also waiting for me
To come and say
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