I swear m not even gonno cry ..
when u'll stab me...

I guess I did a mistake..
when i said I had suffered...
'cuz of which ma' present is dithered..

I'm not lying, thats wot I said..
for that u shot me n now ma' emotions r dead...

Its like a deserted land of scorpios..
whr I hav survived...

Ma' skin is not red Honey..
but yes ma' blood is...

Even ma' sorries r sounding like play wid a never ending shows..
n I guess it will b ovr whn this theatre will die...
Theatre... theatre whr i hav survived......