By Alsandra Jumo
Only a coward dies many times before actual death
Only the dump keeps quiet when being oppressed
But those with courage stand for themselves
And I can rise above all standing tall and shout
It’s over between us
Can I blame myself for this?
Definitely not, because
I was in need be so attached to you
Only I need was shelter, comfort and safety
But, you gave me a love potion
Is this addiction or cloud of black magic?
I can’t figure it out
Only the little I have’
Is now vanished into the atmosphere
You seize it all by force
I used to rob thieves but now is either ways
But I won’t stop shouting until you stop
I won’t stop preaching, that
Drugs you are merciless
Priceless and heartless
Till the final call,
I was emotionally coerced by what I repute as liberator
Only came to destruct and destroy my brighter future
Ended being slaved
You are so mean and cruel and now
I am a stranger of my own life
I am heart Brocken
Drowned by my tears
Killed by my own bullet
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