Wound May Heal By Itself
Diplomatic your way put me in thought
You think you will never be caught
You say something only to gain
No feelings you have for my pain
You were kind to please me
Then you tried to deceit me
You can’t runaway from me
Whatever may cost to me
May be it was my mistake
I put my life on stake
When I trusted you
For it started to
Take me in your command
For which you now demand
Do whatever you can
You will fail in your plan
Not a single penny I will give you
I’m ready to bear the impromptu
I will certainly catch you
If possible I will blast you
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