I thought it could be peace,
When I searched for a fiance,
I thought I could meet the grace,
But I was making my own case,
Like a baby climbing on electrical fence.
I thought I could get a chance,
To show my real care, hence,
Now I am jailed for a loving offence,
To all sides I am surrounded by a fence,
She hurt my feelings without excuse.
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