Is it fair that I'm with you but really not?
Is it fair that I can talk to other girls, but don't want to?
Is it fair that if I did they wouldn't compare to you?
None of it, it hasn't ever even occurred to ponder my noggin possible.
It shows me much reason of why I'm so deep.
The big brown eyes, the perfect smile,
They swallow and distract the underneath into a coma,
Leaving the outer layer Arbaaz distracted and head over heels.
I'm scared, at this very moment, I admit it.
June will come around soon, and I might have a one way trip,
Instead of this highly awaited detour to,
You, and only you.
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