Breakup
I think of another
Let my heart surrender
With pleasure under
To give and render
The lost me to the other
Which is not my wonder.
She professes to be tender
But she's not like a mother
'Cause she desires us to be over
Denying me to be her lifeblood lover.
I am now resolute to turn a blind eye to her
Even though she is brighter,
But I can trade her for the better
To forbear my life from the deceitful breaker
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