How things turn out to become,
This always makes me feel surprised.
I can only suppose how this all will come
Because my life is always improvised.
There something takes plce,
Thing that I didn't expect.
Something is always messed up in my case
And all my feelings I kept.
Hidden from everyone,
My soul tries to find way to you.
I will run,
As soon as you give me slight clue.
My hand in yours,
This is what I wanna feel,
From hell,I rose
To eat you,the most delicious meal.
Improvised
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