Is it treason,
Is it true?
I've sacrificed my life in a mourning hue.
I've sacrificed my life in a mourning hue.
Uncertain, yet a want;
I escape my mornings and a dawn,
Clad in the four walls;
With books in my hand;
I wonder where my life has tread...
IAS or IFS, Amen!
I feel comfortable with the foreign accent.
I feel comfortable with the foreign accent.
How many have come,
How many have gone...
Even my soul, itself now had all that explained,
With a simple word called 'forget'.
Escaping TPA classes,
Swiftly grappling the squeezing of even one second,
From the nasty sight of my Admin Ma'am.
Swiftly grappling the squeezing of even one second,
From the nasty sight of my Admin Ma'am.
Forget not to get out of sight of Meh*ta,
Escape the clenched of Mr Jain,
For I want to go in the British era's invades.
Escape the clenched of Mr Jain,
For I want to go in the British era's invades.
Has there been any way out?
For the Wyom and Serpent backstabbing me on and on.
For the Wyom and Serpent backstabbing me on and on.
Forget, naa never;
But worry not,
'Coz I won't put your name in that knot.
But worry not,
'Coz I won't put your name in that knot.
Heaven can't help me now,
And nothing lasts forever...
Nothing Lasts Forever!
(Sigh: This irony of the situation)
And nothing lasts forever...
Nothing Lasts Forever!
(Sigh: This irony of the situation)
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