When no gifts look perfect
When no words can define
When moments fly away
And yet I can't decide.
I look above to find God
Have become such a wretch
I talk to myself
I talk to your sketch.
I run away further
Only to run deep into you
I drown myself in what not
Yet I haven't got a clue.
I stop to look for answers
I stop for any solution
I leave it all to you
To ease all my tension.
Now out I come
My mind is clear
My heart has stopped long back
Happy Birthday to You Dear...
You can forget all this that :)
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