No, honey I'm not the paradise,
I'm on the other side of the wall.
I am the war,
the planted bombs,
the gunshots you hear at night.

Your heart skips a beat,
and you thought it was love,
but honey, I'm not the paradise,
I'm the reason you hide under your bed
because of load roar of tanks.

Honey, you thought I was a garden.
But no, I'm on the other side.
I'm not the daisy you water,
I'm not the beautiful scent
outside your backyard,
because I'm the ashes.

I'm the war,
and you know **** well
that the aftermath was a mess.