there’s just little worry no gettin’ over him
Hey, humble boy just a fool who’s willing to sit around
and wait for you with his blanket on the right
and lemonade on his left,
where is the honey?
pity, seem to be missed
but, he dont.
honey is his presence
the presence which divined by his absence
there’s nothin’ else
for him to do he's hopelessly devoted to you
in his every single day bring you a blanket, bring you lemonade.
She said, 'It's enough for a fragile rose,just be her thorn.."
"Is that you, the humble boy?"He just poor boy playing his joy
with cigarette lips
preys his lungs decrease
"It should be more life, try to self release..."
no more cigarettes seem to be dead
Yet, there is a land where the damn twelve nico i can forget
A Peaceful place i've met
it just seems to be dead
not really dead, i trust u.
u can forget the damn twelve devils
just remember always the rose
it will lead u to the peaceful way
just like the land you've met A burgeon rose he got
the more credo not letting go
believe in hope of missing place
trusting to the rose
keeping the way peace
slowly decrease the dead pose
