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What kind of Love is it
That I should beg for it?
What kind of person am I
That I should drop to my knees
And demand something
That could be given to me freely?
Who am I
That I should make you stay
When you want only to leave?
Who are you
For pretending to be with me?
She said, “Beggars cannot be choosers.”
What is meant for me
Will come to me, I believe
I could be exactly who I am
Having grown with
Everything that I’ve learnt
That could never change
The finality of
What is predestined for me –
And she said, “These are all the options you have –
You will have nothing
If you play it like that.”
But my Heart is not a game to
Be played
If it’s mine that’s the way
It will stay –