Care from con I don’t know
Buds from thorns,I can’t tell
A dream or a nightmare, I wonder
Does it clear up or thunder?
Through or transient, I don’t mind
Or are you a man of supporting kind?!
To leave or stay, I don’t pray
How much the catch, no, I don’t weigh!
Guess that’s the naivest type of love
A girl, to bear, but, to share, to spare
The whole déjà vu has come back
How long will stay, I don’t care
The risk, though I may not work out!
I hereby shall outloudly shout
It’s hard checking out, once you’re in
Your love’s covered me just like skin!