It has been a long time I lived alone,
No one to care, No one to cry,
Just me, myself with every one gone,
To find their own destiny.

Waiting for the perfect thing to cross-by,
I laze around finding reasons,
Easy to lose someone when you are shy,
And no one around when you shout their name.

As spring blooms and the flowers blossom,
Never too late to make the first move,
Holding the withering flowers close to my bosom,
I wait for a strong wind to shake me.

Standing on top of the cliff with strong waves,
Trying to eat the rock,
With thin line between life and death,
Only those who cross are called the 'Braves'

With winds gaining strength,
I think of all my goof-ups,
As she blows in a new trend,
I pondering over my 'Success'.

If I fall myself in, it would be 'Suicide',
If she pushes me in,
Wouldn't it be 'Homicide'?
But I still wait for her to shake me.
Shake me Baby, Shake me.

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