6 Months In Hell
6 Months In your Arms
The Same As 6 Months In Hell
Instead Of The Feeling Of Heavens Kingdom
I Faced The Feeling Of Jail
How Can I Be Such Prisoner To Your Love
But You're A Free man To Mine
You Suffocated Me With Over Aggressive Protection
& All I Did Was Spoon Fed You Pure Love & Holy Wine
Id Ask You If You Really Loved Me
You Stood There & Lied
In The Beginning It Was Bliss
In The End It All Died
Flabbergasted To See You
But You Were Not
You Used To Kiss & Hold Me
Well At Least I Thought
181 Days
4344 hours
15+ Seconds In Jail
But Thank God I Made Bail
Before I Spent More Days In Hell
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