When a woman sees her man,
Being self indulged with his confidence and pride.
(Look I can do this and I can do that! See how great I am!)
She'll put her foot down,
Make the sacrifice to lower his esteem.
For all what's known that one should never out shine the other,
But to unite and shine as one!
Being the most unstoppable force.
Sharing the equal amount of power and pride.
Like the iconic dynamic duo.

When a woman finds her man enraged,
Overly frustrated, exhausted and in fumes.
(***** all of them! I hate everything! This day just can't get any worse!)
Just like a bottle that has burst,
Of toxic fuels that's impossible to cease.
But with his woman's touche,
The impossible can be broken with just a simple song sanged,
Or a silly joke to break the pain.
Even if he fights back, she'll find a way to end the flames.
It just takes a simple caress of presence.
As she wraps her arms around him,
He can feel her spirit letting him know that he isn't alone with a burden.

When a woman discovers her man,
Feeling insecure, saddened and broken.
(I don't think I'm the best looking  guy. I don't think I'm good enough for you. I'm to depressed to speak or do anything...)
Like a porcelain doll being smashed to the ground.
He thinks he's as hideous as the hunch back of notre dame,
Her eyes sees beyond as her mind sculpts him as the handsomely amazing Apollo.
Sadden of the pain he has carried in his heavy heart,
Having doubts that he's not the one for her.
Like a mirror, seeing him broke,
Makes her feel as much broken than he is.
She'll recite of all his accomplishments,
surpassing far from the previous ones whom failed her.
A woman's smile shines  endless rays of hope,
Overthrows the darkness as it evaporates the despair in his heart.
Nothing but left a brighter future amongst them.
He'll always remember that they're each other's halves,
Making the two as their whole....world goes around.
She engraved it into his beautiful mind.

When a woman and man looks into each other's eyes,
They see trust and comfort for one another.
As well being lost into their souls,
A gateway to their own worlds.
Of one that has stars and a moon that shines brightly,
While the other has the endless field of which the grass is greener.

When a woman is in the arms,
Of her loving man of which she feels he works hard to provide.
His providing hands and arms, brings comfort and security between them.
She feels safe and sound,
Knowing that he'll never let her go.
Still has that touch to sweep her off her feet.
No matter the cost he'll always capture her heart,
With his big warm hands.

When a woman has her kiss,
From her loving man whom gives her unconditional love.
She feels the soft gentle,
Yet powerful push from his lips.
He leaves her feeling as if time has stopped,
as if her well being has floated high above.
Her own darkness and pain has suddenly disappeared.
Just a burst of smile.
Even if it lasted for a moment.
That's why she tells him,
"Please. Don't stop."

When a woman loves her man,
She loves him, she loves him, she loves him,
Far past eternal life.
When a man loves his woman,
He loves her, He loves her, He loves her,
Beyond the universal time.

Look at where you are now,
look at what's become of you.
I'm so sorry that you have turned to pieces and dust.
All from letting your protective coat down,
from people who mistreated you.
The sad truth is,
that you're just the image of me,
how I feel inside.

Broken porcelain doll,
Broken porcelain doll,
who once was so beautiful,
but has fallen into so many wrong hands.
Hands that keep on breaking promises,
and those broken promises is what destroyed you.
Now that you're broken into pieces and dust,
we play a game,
a game that gambles this so called 'fate'.
Let it decide, for you to be thrown away,
or for you to be created into a new.

It's so unfortunate,
how many cruel people exist.
Due to their own experiences and choices they make;
from hurt, loss of values, corruptions and influences.
Yet, knowing the way they are,
they have the nerve to 'keep a promise'.
They think they can keep one,
though of eventually, it's forgotten.
Those are one of the things that made you fell apart.
These broken promises breaks you into pieces.
Sadly those people still exist.
They fend on the fragile creatures like you,
on the moment it's in their sight,
to keep breaking them all apart.
That's what makes them satisfied.
Sorry I went blind for a while,
poor you.

Maybe it wasn't meant to be.
For you to be created in this world,
that's filled with heartless souls.
So rest now,
you warn out, faded broken doll,
and just gamble with 'fate'.
Just waiting what'll decide.
I'm sorry,
I couldn't make you solid, no more.
For now, I'll gently caress whatever's left from you.
Broken pieces of porcelain, dust, and materials from your clothes.
The least we can do
is wish for the best to happen to you;
To be created into a new.
You never deserve this my inner-self.