Where there are many friends who exercise;
I don't know why but you ignore my presence
And I cook a broken omelette in my defence;
I catch you all in white lending your affections,
Not holding back; you request me to go away
And then you become dark in black for a party day;
I fight with you, I want out: it's my own insecurities
And your dishonest doubts, and then I realise
You are not worried at all even though I've been
Crying myself to sleep each night, you've been spreading the hots;
I love it how sleep speaks to me,
I will do you proud, I will honey.
-- Doel Sengupta
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