Do we ever forget what we see?
Do we enact what we believe?
Do we arm the spine of our diaries?
To self-detonate to remain drama-free?

Sometimes my intent indents ignorance,
But maybe I've umpired too many bazookas,
And wore out the strength of my remembrance,
Catching rockets aimed at this loser,

Loser?
What are you talking about?
Lost the L in Laughter
Lost the O in Optimistic,
Lost the S in Simplicity,
Lost the E in Expressionistic,
Lost the R in Reality,

So now my soul's succumbed to gravity,
Tragically hatching my apathy with a Whack-a-mole mallet,
A dastardly dressed casualty,
Actually,
I'm trying to reverse the black magic curse and verse my happiness,

A girl, so blissful and sweet
Has full of problems and temptation
She was hated for her mistakes
For that, she was umpired.

But the thing is, she is brave
I watched her face her problems,
Watched her hold her ground,
Watched her battle for justice

I watched her to a point
Where she wants to end her life.
I stopped her with every possibilities
That I can think of to prevent fate

She was noble
I praised her for such
Being a different person
I was proud of that

Everyday, I smile at her
She doesn't know that
I always look up to her
That not many people notice her glory

I've never been so astonished
In all of my life
Meeting this very unique person,
The dauntless.