You spit a venom,
Which warp her mind.
Drain her worth,
And left her in confusion.
You trapped her soul.
And break her wings.
Just so you can fly.

To the object of my desire,
For which I always climb higher:

Everyone says that you're a hoax
And that my dream is just a joke.
Though the words cut deep
and my body stings,
I knew from the very start
that you existed in my heart
For you I journey on and I'll stay strong
For in my arms is where you belong.

If I don't try I cut my losses
click
But I have to know
click
But if I try
click
I could lose
click
Or I could jackpot
.
.
.
So will everything click in to place?
Or will I go out in a BANG?