Railing down these scenes of noticed pain
He goes back to the past of 7yrs where he had nothing to gain
He has turned himself into composite modest clay with low beats
As there aren’t enough to be written on sheets
His vocals have became heavy
His looks became more dark
Opened down to the first page of holy book
He finds her name depicted by a hook
Mercy had to be its meaning
No where she had no where to give a thing
She must be happy with someone who loved her more
Yet his words turned his feeling bore
Again to those seven years of wait
Where He wants himself to turn as a bait.
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