I learned how not to trust,
Everyone around me is hurtful
Dady said:"hey son! You must,
Cope with it, yet be thankful
.
Life covered people wih dust,
Which kills the innocence they hide
The love is replaced by lust,
Feelings are suppressed inside
.
By her winter's rainfall and gust,
I started to move from side to side
It moves every inch of my tough bust
I couldn't bear with the way she thrusts
Me 'way, like I'm nothing, yeh I cried
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