They cry for what they lost,
While i cry for what i never had.
Your warm shoulder turned into a frost.
A blind eye even when you saw this lad.

your heart is my destination,
when am driven by emotion.
I’ll fight witches for your heart’s portion,
Keep it safe and avoid commotion.

Flower why ain’t you growing?
Am i blocking the air from blowing?
Am i not enough in your eyes?
Are my pimples my jeopardise?

You are my everyday dream.
If i was a building you’ll be my beam.