How much talking..
it's just not helping..
the first word, the first cry.
it just would'nt be the same.
i curse, i swear.
cause it will never be the same.
i rebel, i protest.
for i never wanna be the same again.
you never realise the seriousness of your action,
until the day things just could'nt get any better.
i am tired of facing this kind of problem.
it's always your choice over mine...
when is it mine?
you killed my passion on and on...
kill my heart instead.
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