Let me tell you a story
Of a girl I once knew
She had all the riches
But her friends were very few

Introvert, she was not
Yet she liked to be alone
Amidst a million of friends
She liked to be a clone

But then came a boy
Who made her lips go wide
On the beach of her face
He brought the laughter's tide

He wasn't rich like her
But neither was he poor
He just had that little something
To spread in her a cheer

His words were like magic
She called him her magician
Dancing to her tunes
Yes, he was her musician

No, they weren't friends
But there was something more
They never called it love
But there was something more

Yes you guessed it right
It's you and me I'm talking
Oh my dear, Aditi
I'm really tired of walking

We've walked all along
Locked in the other's trance
But now that you want it
I think we should end this dance

In this thing, you called relation
There are two hearts tangled
Your's not the only one
Even my strings have dangled

I've asked you four times
To take that next step
But you've always denied me
Stabbed me in my back

I was always the words
I was only full of that
But after those four rejections
I thought something lacked

So I tried to do it different
Do it a bit your way
But still, you found a flaw
Do you never wish to stay?

Well, if that's your wish
We should really call it over
Because it's better to end it now
Then to keep dragging forever

After all Aditi, I'm tired of your drama now...

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'Love is all about second chances
But then, how many chances exactly till you call it an end?'