As the morning begins with glee.
Hopefully these days will pass,
And the memories won't flash.
For these are the guilty pleasures that will last.
Which won't make a difference with who all is fast.
Till death upon us dies,
These angels will always help us revise.
Resurrecting from the ashes of my life.
I will become this demon tonight.
Love me, hate me, and disgust me.
But never, ever trust me.
As for the trust that has passed, it never will last.
Ali|Arbaaz
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