tick - tock tick - tock ,
i could hear the moving hand of clock.....
Still...
waiting to talk
reading our old old conversations
of you and me
about our world of dreams
about our zeal
bringing a smile to !my face....
hate to recall those dreadful fights
that brought distance between us
all the time.....
hate to think about those days
that brought tears to our hearts
it's not you , it's not me
ANYMORE!!
It was us before...
NOW
it's just a broken piece of glass
half of it's mine;
other is yours
can't be together
ONCE MORE...
