Hey Dear, listen to me
I said I am just sorry
This is my lost song
Without you, I am nobody.
I used to say you are my preference
Now I feel I am a traitor
Please come back now my fighter
I am no more a writer..
I just can't forget
6 years of our togetherness
I always felt lucky
and also felt blessed..
I still can remember
that day or that evening
When we were approaching
for our new beginning..
I met your parents
They were quite happy with your choice
Till I said I will only be a writer
with a stubborn and blunt voice
I know I shouldn't have done it
But I actually did mean it.
I could sense there was a dissent
in your parent's expressions
You said I should understand
about their expectations..
I said baby I can't do it..
I can't stop writing it's my passion.
You have to choose between
My dreams or their expectations..
You were hurted deep inside
As you didn't expect me to say that
You revolted back in anger
Said How can you even say that
Does the writing matter to you
more than me in your life?
Ok Fine You keep your writing
you will never see me in your life
And you left to never come back
My happiness became a throwback
You punished me like never before
As I am sitting by your gravestone
I am saying
I am sorry baby
You are more important to me
I used to say you are my preference
Now I feel I am a traitor
Please come back now my fighter
I am no more a writer..