Let it be a bad bye.

A marker in hand Everybody gave a try 

Of saying those words 

About which they were shy,

But she predicted future 

On my white shirt 

Right behind my eye,

I guess she knew 

That this night I will cry 

I guess she knew 

That all the promises were a lie.

Thats why she wrote on my shirt 

‘When ever you need me call by’ 

But for what ? 

Another meaning less good bye ? 

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