Peculiarities are seen Hence their life is angelic
Gifts and presents are always bound for credit

She taught me, it's the thought that counts
I always stay loyal to her, her love carries 50 pounds

Her voice is infectious when she sings
Momentary gazing I fastened, warmth she brings

My life was perfect until she suddenly held her hand with another guy
Left me puzzled I was reaching the ****** of wanting to die

Silent cries soft spoken, while I woke up from the dream and sighed
I thought it was supposed to be you and I, now my misery is quantified

2 weeks ago I had that dream, from that point, I was weary
Death is scary to some, but I find it sweet, if it was me in my dictionary

I need a woman near me so I don't foul play my life to take
Shaking my time span sustainable, this is the Devil's game