Replay.. Replay... Replay...
Why does the heart go in this mode,
With saddest memories -O'say,
Till breath and beats seem to stop,
And that courage which had peeped,
Once again goes wildly astray,
It's not fair, this constant assault,
When every cell to hear his voice craves,
No longer fun to be alive,
I'd rather walk with him to grave.

- drrashmikumar