The Hell
The Hell I walk through the road the road is long. I sleep on the bed the bed is lone. When you in the feel, It’s enough to make hell. I could not feel the hot could not feel the bad, could no’t sad to feel Your felling throws me in hell. I step door to door, run through the path The path ends in hell, I, again live fail. I feel very clumsy, feel such alone feel such false, It makes me out of clause. Now, I am in hell And will be in hell; burn every time in the hell of you.