Sitting in heavenly hell

Sitting in heavenly hell

There were birds singing song,

Sitting in a garden being mourn

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Thinking about life how it turns, 

You love them ,how they runs,

Promises broken,trust fly

Wann compalaint but shy

Thinking abt my love bcz it hurts

Fedup fedup fedup with flirts

Garden was full of roses

Where is my rose? did I Loses? 

Birds are singing where is my song

Used to sing with heart launge

To praise her to please her

I used to cry to tease her :)

The moment i m crying live

No one  to wipe out ,dying

Time will show my importance

Time will come when repentance

Oh God make me strong i wann come

Oh God make me ur lover I wann come