I’d rather taste one bitter than eat sweets
Dolls that pull me and beg me, please
My withered leaves from same old trees
What to do with those blemished knees?

Mind’s wilted, so you came
Words you shower, make it rain!
Swear I’ll never go back again
To my petty, such paltry strain

There’s nothing more i can wish
Take me to nirvana, my perfect bliss
And we’ll blossom, we’ll bloom
We’ll grow, we’ll live, we’ll get there soon