My liquid weak heart,
With holes of heartbreak,
Nursing injuries of love bullet,
From various relationship kick.

One of the reason being poverty overt,
My heart sold and left to die on trick,
Uuh! Painful experience to taste first,
The heart never lie, its truth always stick.

My heart had gone through hell’s shout,
A red hot nail stubbed on its soul’s park,
A poisonous arrow of love as it did shot,
I can’t explain its nature pain as it did work.

Only tears could be water to quench my thirst,
The price of love betrayal in my life’s book,
Aaah! Am used to this stuff, so bitter to fist,
Only my heart can enjoy its taste as I do cook.

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