zeus woud be proud to have him
not even his self-sufficiency would win
sweet eyes and a glass of gin
baby you made me scream

shall we love
the ones that destroy
our hearts like a toy
and celebrate full of joy

or shall we hate
the ones that smile
at our broken and fragile
soul as a sparkle

but it's complicated
when they have both sides
thats why he colides
with me in my toughts