Passion plays it all,no love can be found..pride used to be so tall,now lust wears the crown...
It's unfair to him,
for me to live in the past..
and promise a future realm,
saying all will last...
we know it will come,
memories stay in mind,
passion dies with time...
i'll see you in shadows,
and myself turns into crow...
oh,how i like to cry,
pour me with your lie,
ignore me and i will cry...
don't worry i won't die
crying's my lullaby...
(Allyshea,2010)
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