Everybody deserves to be loved,
Everybody deserves to be happy
But not by me.
Everybody deserves to be hugged,
Everybody deserves to be kissed
But not by me.
Everybody deserved to be caressed,
Everybody deserves to be pampered
But not by me.
Everybody deserves to be stared,
Everybody deserves to be wanted
But not by me.
So I shall sit down here with my pain,
Cry and moan every night in disdain.
That I shall pray for their happiness
That I shall pray for their wellbeing
That I shall pray for eternal love
With whoever they want
As their loved being.
But Oh dear God!
Please shall there be a day
When you tell them,
About the guy who used to pray.
That once upon a time; there was a child
Who prayed for you, in your dreams as a disguise.
That he felt your love, that he felt your pain
That he begged for compassion, which didn’t go in vain.
That each night when you slept,
He was wide-awake
Praying for your heart’s happiness,
Which was as pointless as his fate.
But he believed in his prayers,
But he believed in god.
And he pleaded every night
This afterthought,
Please Dear God! There be a man
Who should love her the way I wanted,
Even more, than I can.
That he shall take care of her the way, I wanted it to be
As a princess of mystical land,
Whose Queen she shall ever be.
That he should be there for her,
When she is at her worst.
Telling her how beautiful is she,
And be her supportive most.
That her woven fugazi of hypothetical dreams shall be brought true
By the man, she has in her arms through.
The man shall be of her dreams,
The man shall be all she wants
The man shall be everything
That the boy ever cant.
That god shall do justice, that god shall be fair
To tell her one day,
Who made the real prayers
And this is god, keeping his part
Telling you finally, the ordeals of his heart
That it was he, who used to care
Making you feel sadness, happiness or feelings
Out of nowhere.
That it was he, though it may sound creepy as might
Would think of you every day
Every second, every night.
That it was he, who would shed tears.
Whenever he felt you were in pain;
That it was he who wished for your success
Whenever he can
And today he is lying, on his deathbed
Making this stupid prayer once again
So here I am telling the story,
Of one little guy
Who truly loved you like those love stories,
Which are hard to believe by.
But fate was it; that you never saw it by
And here is he saying:
You a happy GOODBYE!