A woman will keep
records
She will keep in
her memory keys
Once you aren't
aware of it
She will blast you
with her fury
You may think it is
passed the bridge
For years she never
says about it
Everything seems
fine for years
Out of the sudden
the wind of fury
Even women use to
say
They can't be the
open book
There is the hidden
alley
It will come out
the hot lava
You will be blame
She will not say
she is sorry
Everything is your
fault
She will make you
pay
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