I carry golden tears in my eyes,  

Of memories when you were on the cold floor, 

I carry remorse feelings,  

I am no longer yours,

I am fed up of your recurring notices and no love for talks

And the lies you tell are enough to warn me that I shouldnt inherit from yours.  

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