“could you see the light blue ocean?
could you feel it wasn’t only a fiction?
I stared the crescent moon and felt the sensation
that was the last thing before my distraction.”
I can imagine those roses smiled to me as a couple
I said to them, “Yeah, he was nice and humble”
“It wasn’t easy to find a prince and he was humble”
“So lucky I was, like Isaac Newton hit by red apple”
the sun goes down, that was the time to sleep
I cannot load any pain and tears more to keep
think of all the good things to avoid the nightmare
think of you make me know there’s nothing to be scare
“this is my distraction
I won’t see them again
this is my distraction
I won’t see you again”
