On top of my city
Brought you to set us free
Your sweet kiss
Were a bliss
On another top of a foreign city
you took everything from me
Shattering my hopes
And drag me down that slope
What happen in during that time
From promising rhymes
to total treason
and for what reason?
Even denying my use
returning to the one you accuse
Wasn't even worthy of a memory
Denied became our history
And I weep and cry out
all that was left of your doubt
While you smile at your destruction
Of me who had just too much passion
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