You're tryna kill me a hundred times
'cause you know
The soul is immortal of mine
Pain from Scars I still feel
The pain that never heal
Eyes still bleed of mine
Was it poison mixed with wine?
The water from my eyes go above
Rains on you, all of my love
No one listens so I tell the vine
How painful is love of mine
~annu
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