love me more.
love me tender.
because so you said:"im yours"
i thought about it , if my dad were to be filthy rich
i might become a poet, preserving art like Rosalia’s beauty
i might become a composer with collective indie rocky’
when i was three ,i told my mum i wanna paint like Leornado Da Vinci
reading book by Agatha Christie
& thought i could be a writer of century
but i guess i gotta snap back to reality
i thought “here i am living to please everybody”
however the truth gonna set me free
i’m still a baby, who refuse to let myself see
the beauty of self liberty