shall I tell you everything?
but dont hate me for that…..
Hate me, on that day of my confession
Kill me, for what I’ve done, that day….
Though I beseech you, to be not hate me
But many good hearts may blame me
On that day of my confession
So many times I was in a mood,
To confess in before you all
I may be scared of your hatred
On that day of my confession
My heart is frozen now
I cant bear this pain not anymore
But this’ll be nothing than the pain
That I’m going to get on the day of confession……
Oh, I beseech you all now………
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