In Seven Years
 

A different gloom on your face
As the awakening of your pleasure remains
It doesn’t change the strength in your hands
It doesn’t change the coldness in your heart

In Seven Years your impact won’t decrease

Cold bricks remove the sunlight in your room
Covered up with strong steel bars
Still, it doesn’t change the way you hold me back
It doesn’t change the fear in my mind

In Seven Years your force won’t disappear

For seven years your anger can grow
To prevent me from forgetting you
But it doesn’t change the hate I have for you
It doesn’t change my influences too


(In Seven Years of torturing
You still wouldn’t change)


-.-Love

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