Everyday he would pick up his phone.
He would write down everything he wanted to say,
But at the end he would erase it all and everything felt grey.
He never got the strength to send the text,
For he was befuddled what would happen next.
She always said that she loved him,
but when the time came she said no.
He never complained ,but only he knew how much it hurts,
It was then he realised that Always, Real and Okay were just words.
Still he promised he will be always there,
But soon he realised she does not care.
It was then that he began to listen the lyrics and not the songs,
For he could not still understand where he went wrong.
For all he wanted was to held her tightly in her arms for his love was pure,
And now he wanders alone with the pain endured finding a cure.
Now he would say life is a farce
But the voices inside him shouts and asks
"Did it really had to be this hard ?"
