In any game I want to be the best
That's why I fight the rest
Want my health to be in optimum state
So I torment myself if I carelessly ate
A bit of a perfectionist and hard on myself
Thus I am tormented by my inner self
In a Utopian word I picture thee
And bad people make me for goodness plea
And now someone's haunting all my senses
Yet their love I can't declare, can't afford the expenses
That love was the final straw
Got my bucket of emotions full , gonna overflow
I keep my hand on my heart worried, you see
My bucket would any moment spill and eventually drown me