When they drank of the jar for their joy.
Their joy is my pain.
My pain gives them joy.
They sing joyfully of the hurts in my heart.

They make it seem a record breaking.
When it's actually a heart wrecking.
Little did they know the beauty they see,
Is the hurt of a lifetime.

They empty the jar for their joy.
While I feel the cut right deep in my vein.
I lose my last blood.
They give their best applause like a flood.

They get entertained.
In hell I am detained.
I hope I'd survive this bleeding.
And my nightmares don't get to see the day.

They empty the jar for their joy.
Their joy is my pain.
But my pain gives them joy.
I wish I will wake to see it's only a dream.

I’ll conquer this thing called distance.
I’ll beat it to its core.
I’ve not forgotten we were to meet.
So you will give me the promised dish.
I know once I have a taste,
I’ll forever be confessed to you.
Do you know what you don’t know?
We have a strong connection.
The kind that can’t be broken.
Or, can be hacked ;
by high-tech hacker.

I fell pregnant of these words;
the very day our connection turned consanguineous.
Now I have to be delivered of them.
Do I not need be free of them?
And, make preparations to come for you.

Believe me my beloved.
Not even a million mile;
can hinder me from reaching you.
Not a hailstorm or hurricane.
Neither will earthquakes swallow the burning feelings;
I nursed a thousand years for you.
Nor will any terrorist or his attack;
dissuade me to forgo my desire.
I’ll come for you over and over again.
Believe me my beloved;
when I say a million mile;
won’t stop my search for you.