Without me, your tomorrow
Is going to be full of sorrow
Love is not a play
But my heart was fragile as a pot of clay
Hurting people is so easy
And it can bring ecstasy
This is just a short rapture
But the soul you cannot capture
Nature rule do state
That you must not hurt your mate
Else your future is without glow
Without me, full of sorrow
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