On bad days when silence was the heat,
You’ll cherished the heart that makes you feel ideal.
We always remember how people makes us feel,
But weathers changed, we have to deal with it.

The second you trust that love won’t kill,
Devil starts to plan evil,
When true colours were revealed,
You choose to believe it is not real.

Your angel who used to heal,
Now fed you a poison pill,
Drugged you into a series of ill,
Still, her cheat is better than having a split.


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