Our places has been exchanged
and now blood's on my hand.
Pain is what we are meant to get,
no matter where we stand.
Changed a lot, after my days of trouble.
By my lack of love even i was thrilled.
Despite immature curses once cursed,
didn't wish for blood to be spilled.
Hurting you was hard,
Even harder was to stay.
Apologies for your time wasted.
Tomorrow will be a brighter day.
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