My heart feels torn when I see her with another,
It feels shattered when she does not even bother looking at me…
Each day I think about her, once, twice or more than thrice,
When I don’t see her at all id be sad, and worried,

In the great garden of paradise
I sat down in demise
And watched as the sun rise
With these hollow eyes

Every time i see your face,
My heart starts to race,
Everyone of those days,
Tells me i should have made haste.