One more step and I'll be touching your door.
I see two hues, black and blue.
Worrying if to knock is the right thing to do.
I don't want to see you vulnerable.
I came to say how unbearable this is.
Mistreating the person you respect,
Harming the one you protect,
Abusing someone you cherish,
And wounding the soul you love.
I provided you all that I can reap.
I sang even if my throat is sore.
I shoveled gems for you to see.
Because you deserve it.
And I'm really glad. That I am not for you.
But if you found somebody.
Don't give it all and you'll end up just like me.