There is no us,
Without a bis fuss
Whenever you take my hand
Life comes with tough demands
It takes a toll very heavy
Taxes many get levied
The joy to come to you
Gets clouded with a tough residue
Mysteries that keep haunting
And make our life so daunting
Where is the joy that we came for?
Is this all that we asked in store?
No meaning that I can draw
Just feeling a terrible awe
Of being together with you
For I feel so down and blue
For probably there’ll never be a us
Without a big fuss….
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