Your words bring me to hell.
Feels like I’m jailed in a very hot cell.
You are better in making me sad.
Gave me a reason to make me so mad.
Ask me to surrender.
You’re as bad as an ill bender
Filthy tongue of despair,
Gives me a hopeless unfair
You could say what is real.
Hurt me till I get in to feel.
I’m done with your anguish…
I’ll never ever be too childish.
Your words are best of the bad.
But my hope is ragingly fad.
I say no to rise of white flags.
Coz my dreams are all packed in my bags.
