I did not have the headache too many times
Or the eye sting that blocks seeing around
But this time a sorrow improved my screaming in contrast
Which turned to laughing at the end
I love touching you who cares
Jumping in your senses
Exploring your secret and black gloves
Because an attractive criminal that you are
I wont stop until I get cold
If sun sets every morning
Without waiting the evening
We don’t have the right to ask
Why are you angry
Every all have it in our own ways
