a heart that hurts

Again and again I try to slalu to succumb for the sake of wholeness of us both though sometimes sick Look at the red mark on the cheek of your hand often you do when you're angry cover your fault Samakah I
like the birds that people sell
till you do it you are hurt me If it is our part we are not that maybe this is better so that you are satisfied to share love Just relinquish me to my mother or my father First, a handful of gold you betel me First, swear an appointment
in front of the witness Yet all is lost already swallowed lie But all live the story of a wounded heart Let let there grief tonight
maybe tomorrow you're ahead
happy with the others