Who will I tell!
That behind my smile all is not well
That my trusted one wants to have me sell
To slavery where I will suffer as if in hell.
To whom will I go?
My friend has reaped all I sow
As if on earth, he steps on my toes
And tell it isn’t his fault for I’m too slow.
Many times I try
But I couldn’t cry
It’s beyond tears my eyes is dry
I’ve been betrayed but I will not cry.
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