Told me, I should keep my second plan as a secret,
You asked me to play dart, but I was your target,
I mailed all things, yet you kept your eyes blind,
Did I shifted my outlook or I was just too kind?
All the love letters I shared, that you burned down hallway,
Your heart was made of stone, mine was clay,
I spoke too much, nothing stayed in your brain,
I patched your wounds, you worsened my pain.
You always cut the line, I keep on calling your number,
You found peace in our silence, but I gained slumber,
We created a game called love, and I never win,
I should've listened when they said, “too much is a sin”
