You, you took what wasn't yours to take?
Least, without her willingness and permission.
And now you professing, you didn't do it.
When evidence points right to you.
You enjoy, what was joyful to you?
But a nightmare to the other.
And now you crying, you didn't do it.
When evidence points right to you.
Two destruction of lives that now been torn apart.
Think, think before you go through with anything.
And you'll never regret a single thing.
Act, without comprehending the consequences.
And like many guilt parties in society.
You'll be crying-I didn't do it.
When evidences points right to you.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
You, you took what wasn't yours to take?
Least, without her willingness and permission.
And now you professing, you didn't do it.
When evidence points right to you.
You enjoy, what was joyful to you?
But a nightmare to the other.
And now you crying, you didn't do it.
When evidence points right to you.
Two destruction of lives that now been torn apart.
Think, think before you go through with anything.
And you'll never regret a single thing.
Act, without comprehending the consequences.
And like many guilt parties in society.
You'll be crying-I didn't do it.
When evidences points right to you.
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