Love Stigma

Her Love is like a sticker
It's an attachment in my heart
I am but her prisoner in freedom
Who have the keys to the lock?
Because I want to be freed
I am tired of dying for her love
I am sick of crying for the pains
She is as wicked as love her self
What kind of love could this be?
It is all over me wherever I go
I tried to forget the things of the past
I wish the music stops singing
And let the flowers stop growing
Because am no more in this love
This is a dangerous love stigma