Hi, it’s me

The only time I talk to God, is when I need a favor.

I can’t recall the last time he replied.

I’m running low on excuses for my very bad behavior

I think he may be fed up with the lies

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The last time I called out to him, I had agreed to getting married

I asked him please, to help my wandering eyes

But, silent he stayed as to my room, another girl, I carried

To find my love there, waiting to surprise

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A warning maybe you could send,

some sign of disapproval- miraculously - bring it to an end

Yet, I whisper wishes to the sky, a hope of sins removal

But no response, wallah, I’m here again

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