Vintage on betrayal, fool as I shall be
Remorse, that’s you on to me
Each ground I walk, land mines locked
May be a future I might never see
I’ve been trying to kill my feelings
Walking a thousand miles, barefoot on thorns
With just some scanty blood, I just stealing death
Roaming around my minds, into empty horns
I might live, if you see me choking to death
Revenge to me with no fault I have to see
I wonder why? Why you always have to be gone?
Why? May be you just loved me to see me die.
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