The time you told me it doesn't make sense.
Our talking to each other has made you tense.
So, in order to make you happy I'm building a fence.
Around me, where I'll live and I'll not speak anything in my defence.
But before that, let me ask you few things that matters.
Have you ever looked at our conversations and all my letters?
I should assume that you must have considered them as chit chatters.
Your thinking this way is the only thing that deters.
Deters me from loving you the same.
Beacuse, for me, this is not like some child's game.
Your reasons are irrelevant and your excuses are lame.
All this is burning me from inside but unlike you I'm burning without a flame.
At last, I wanna ask you something due to which I couldn't sleep last night.
Is your talking to other guys good? Is it, in any way, right?
It's when you were mine, this fact I must highlight.
How does it make sense that they used to hold you tight?