You don’t know
You were one of those few people
Whom I gave importance.
When I talked to you
I opened myself up
Thinking you were serious about what I had told you
I wanted you to be honest too
Because I was.
But that’s the bitter truth about life
People can’t be honest
I often used to get sad
When I saw you acting ,
What you acted in front of me before ,
To some other people.
I was sad when I saw you with someone else
Buying books on the footpath, together you seemed so happy .
That is my fault always
I have been making this kind of mistake all my life
I trust people so easily and think that I am a precious part of their life too
Nobody cares, man
The sadness is the price
I pay for that mistake.