Standing at your doorsteps,with the letters you send,
I heard the sweet laughter from behind the door..
The loud clinking of glasses,the sound of something else..
The noise of chatters,the dance of dancers..
Somewhere I know,it would have come for me..
When you get a chance,you would run,once again,
Behind me,with your so called devotion,so called surrender..
You would dance,sing,go crazy,doing stuffs just to gain my attention..
And when you have it,you would throw it away,as if it meant nothing..
And you would look for something more..
Do you think I forgot?
No,I did not..
Neither did I forgot,nor would I let you forget..
Each of your lie..
From this moment,you will face it,each moment..
The lies you poured out,when you bawled your eyes..
The promises you made,when you asked something..
The gifts you took and never returned..
I am going to keep the list,at your doorstep..
