The moods that swung and changed,
Has tuned I Love You into an alien language.
And the hardest part is,
There’s no alien to speak with.

Saw you in between Hennessy and chasers,
Chilling with our memories on the shelf.
Unable to reach you makes me wander to many places,
Searching for myself.

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