The pain in my heart is deeper now,
I don't know how I ruined things then and now.
Hope the love doesn't turn into poison,
If it ends I'm the only reason.
My pain flows through my eyes,
Every night it's my heart that quietly cries.
I hate myself for loving you so much,
Maybe it's time for us not to be in touch.
Your hands are heaven which I wish to hold,
But whenever I touched I got cold.
Promises are meant to be kept,
Everytime you broke, I wept.
It's better to change before it's too late,
Else I'll be crushed in this heavy weight.
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