My Sweet Revenge
Copyright © SHRAVANI MUKHERJEE
You promised me a lot
But you kept none
I promised you nothing
Yet i give you my all
One day tired from your failures
You will fall
You will fall
Very hard on the rocks
Washed ashore on grainy sands
Amidst the black tempest,
Amidst the black tempest,
If i walk by then
I will lend you my hand
Save you, smile at you
Then away very far, far away
Disapparate into the dimensions where time sans
Disapparate into the dimensions where time sans
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