Take my money,
Let me be
Alone and free
Full of cavity.
Take my money,
Let me be
Grey and old
Working at a superstore.
Take all my money,
though I’m broke and poor
And my only other option is to be a *****.
Take my money
Protect it from theft
After all I am living in debt.

And I’ve seem to lost my innovations,
And I’ve seem to loose my patience
With you,
It can’t be true.
I don’t love you anymore.

I wish, I wish —
But what use is it when it is already granted.

If you only knew,
how much I love you,
You would never ask,
if I’d Leave you.
If you had the heart,
to ever love me back,
I’d bring paradise into your heart.
It’s a dream,
I always had,
For you to love me back,
But now I’ve learnt the truth
And that love was never for you.

Finally,
The peace and the calm.
The waves settled down,
And birds flying high.
With the sun beating down,
Will death grant me this
For the rest of my life?

River flows.
It's a natural cause.
Some consider it a beautiful one,
But for some it's an ugly one.

River flows.
There are species below,
Sometimes treasure,
Sometimes pain.
Pain and pleasure,
some long for,
and treasure forever.

River flows.
Gently it fades,
finding it’s spring,
Calmly it stops,
And waits for the next month.