I Cannot be Your Bride
My heart is poisoned, I hate you!
You have clipped my wings so tight
Your love is fake, painted with golden hue.
I wish to fly and shine bright
And that badly hurts your pride
Hence, you have clipped my wings so tight.
I am done! I can’t any more be your bride
I was born to touch the sky
And that badly hurts your pride.
To conquer my dreams I can’t cook a lie
I free myself from this sacred covenant
For I was born to touch the sky.
Matrimony can’t be a lake so stagnant
Love lets one flow like an unstoppable river
So, I free myself from this sacred covenant.
My strong demeanour makes you shiver
As I step into a life, fresh and new
Love lets one flow like an unstoppable river,
But, your love is fake, painted with golden hue.
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