That kind of mystery...

I am not the one to hustle
But baby
I am not the one to settle either...

I am that kind of mystery
The kind, you`d dread to solve...

I am that kind, who revolve around in quandary
asking you to define with belief

I am that kind of credence
The kind, you cannot be skeptic about

I am that kind of tranquil
A catch, before the storm hits in

I am that kind of sulks
Wrecking your state to, forever blues

Because,
If you choose to double cross
It would bring out my radge
Which would only get worse...





xxxxxxx
Likitha Padiyala









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