That song.

When you sang that song,
Was to make me hard,
To make me feel harm.

But I know I am
The happiest guy,
So you won’t get
Make me feel ill.

When you wrote that song,
Was to conquest me,
As if you were trying hard
In a war battle victory.

So far I am kind
Feeling lonely and hard
Is if I were supposed
To make my heart being bound.

Yours is not under control
Mine is below a roll
Which compresses and
Make it bits slow.

So don’t be shy and give me your hand
I’ll take it with me to the kindness land
Perhaps you can find the real sense
Lost among the brightness ocean sand.