For the fear of your father's gun
Am sending my aunt's son
Coz, i miss you like crazy
Without you my day has been hazy
Meet me at our usual spot
For the fear of your mother's shouts which lacks meaning
I mailed you what am feeling
Girl, i want you badly with a deep tense
Without you, my life makes no sense
Meet me at our usual spot
For the fear of your sister's seductive smiles
Am sending my sister's friend's little sister from many miles
Desperately, i need to feel your touch
Honestly, this is about our love not my urge
Meet me at our usual spot
For the fear of your brother's unfriendly looks
I have written you this letter, hidden in books
Girl, am right here, slowly am dying
Believe me i need your breath am not lying
Meet me at our usual spot.
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