In chains, I was restricted
In your heart, I was convicted
Judging by emotions, I was guilty
This feeling made my mode faulty
Loving you was my crime
I was longing to be jailed till my prime
I wanted to die in your prison
Even if my offence was without a reason
I was guilty, this was justice
Bail me not, I want to die a convict
I love this crime
Jail me through a life-time.
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