My room was always well settled and clean
But now it looks like a dust bin
The bed is empty and I am on the floor
Knees sticking to my chest and tears filling my eyes more and more
He was the love of my life
He was the one who treated me right
We always make love and
Always do fight
He told me I am his princess
And he is my prince
He never cared about others
Because our love was priceless
One day I was in his arms
Next day he was gone
Now I can’t text him or call
Because during a fight I broke his phone
Now my life is just in this corner of room
Crying more and more
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