The feeling will never leave,
i really hope it doesn’t ease.
That feeling of guiltiness
in your head, of loneliness,
the same i felt in this mess,
it shall never leave you,
never and never until you
understand how i flew fast
just to cope with the hurt.
How i hurt bad in your hurt
Then it shall die.
Killed my trust and love
broke the fine line
between friends and enemy
and dumped off like a dummy
on the other side,
of the tide,
where you critizize
I hope whatever happens to you
in life is what God has prepared
for you, i hope you prosper in
everything you do from the bottom
of my hurt heart, the only
thing you won’t prosper in doing
is hurting me like you did that
time, Leaving me for dead that
time, telling myn friends that
lie, and making me heal fast,
thank you!
