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As I was sitting alone last night,

It's the norm of late for me,

How did this happen? To end up like this,

It seems such a tradgedy.



The magic was there...so was hunger and lust,

There was no place I'd rather have been,

Passion and fire...our want and desire,

Melted into the very next scene.



We went through the motions, of love and devotions,

For fear of other's impression,

The years came and went...we both faked content,

And you hid your secret confession.



Now it's too late, we'll leave it to fate,

Though my heart still belongs to you,

My love, I don't think I can take anymore,

I'm afraid of what i might do.



"Is it extreme"? to some it may seem,

But they are not in my shoes,

For if they could be...then they would see,

A man unable to choose.



Cause when I am gone...I think it will dawn,

To late...as you will see,

One day you'll awake, see my life was at stake,

And your careless whispers...were the end of me.



I wish I could say, it doesn't end this way,

But do I think I'll really be missed?

The angel of death...awaits my last breath,

While my heart lives the last time we kissed.