A Forced Lesson
The winds come hitting my hair
Then they come back hitting my dress
Memories come back to me
With each hit, I feel my body Powerful but heartless
For a moment, I tried to let you go
But the good memories are still in my mind's shelf
I tried not to think about you
But how could I ignore a part of myself
You will have to fix what you have done
You will have to be with me
You came through my life and you have to leave clean
That's how the game should be
Mr.Devil you haven't played the game well
I can't step aside from your line
I've already got you under my skin
It's too late that you won't to be mine
Now, you should find away that you could run away
You didn't know the real woman inside
Wait , we haven't done playing the game
Because back then, I didnt know how to play my part
I will show you what's it like to abandon the pure heart
I will let you stay with me till you really understand
Messing with a woman like me is crossing farthest lines
Let me make it clear by drawing the red line on wherever you stand
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