You were the sun in the rain,
And the joy in our sorrows,
But now you care not about anything.
You got responsibilities and duties on your shoulder,
Your head is a busy bee hive,
Which is too full as if to explode.
No one can do anything to bring you back to us,
As the humble girl you were yesterday.
Yet now, you are teh grown up girl of whom the world knows, today.
And the joy in our sorrows,
But now you care not about anything.
You got responsibilities and duties on your shoulder,
Your head is a busy bee hive,
Which is too full as if to explode.
No one can do anything to bring you back to us,
As the humble girl you were yesterday.
Yet now, you are teh grown up girl of whom the world knows, today.
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