It wasn’t you, who walked away and left me alone,
It was my own trepidation, who pushed me to go away, you had
never gone,
It wasn’t you, who always wanted to live freely and chose a new
path to move on,
It was me, who crossed all the barriers and never stopped
myself,
And never saw what I was leaving behind like a moron,
It wasn’t you, who was busy in climbing the new heights,
It was me, who never bothered about the truth behind illusionary
light,
It wasn’t you, who had kept me waiting for a way,
It was me, who never reached on time, and lied to you,
Though neither accepted it nor gave you a chance to say,
It wasn’t you, who was ruining our dreams, thinking of
getting something more bright,
It was me, and my unfulfilled dreams, for them you were becoming
an obstacle,
Now I knew, what I missed, simply headed me towards a darker
night,
It wasn’t you, who never believed in our story and left
everything,
It was me, who always wanted something more,
Left the song, which you had made for us, which really I had
to sing,
It wasn’t you, who did all this to us my dear friend,
It was me, just me, who left ourselves in endless agony, and
wrote an abrupt end.

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