All the nice dress that I wear, all the make-up that I do
I just wanna look pretty, and all only for you
What's the point if you don't even come to meet me
All the thing I put effort, you not gonna see
You are too busy, you forget I'm waiting somewhere
A lot stuff you have to do or you don't really care
You hardly say you miss me, also you hardly call
All sweet things you use to do, now I don't see at all
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