24 grudnia 2011
Broken-Hearted
I asked her for a dance but she said she was too tired
The next thing i knew she was on the dance floor with someone else, i don't think she was hired
I thought she liked me she was the only one i admired
Sometimes i used to think our souls were kind of wired
Together to eternity but that was just a sick obsession i acquired
From staring into her prickly eyes and fantasying about those juicy lips. O! my dreams are shattered
Behind her i stood and wept, because now to her i never mattered
Then there i was alone in the middle of the dance-floor. My sight became blurry and scattered
All at once i felt cold from my feet to my head. My teeth chattered
My stomach rumbled then i farted
But no one bothered
I felt like a plant species not yet discovered
just then she looked back at me. What? Did she hear it? the music was so loud at first. i feel ashamed as my head lowered
I said to myself 'you must be the devil.' Then she nodded
O' My God now my heart pounded. My heart which was wounded pounded
I turned around to have a seat at the counter and then i realized it wasn't me she was looking at. Rather her chauffeur who behind me waited
So it means she wasn't even seeing me. I had been wasted
It was time for her to go, and for me it was time for courage to be mastered
She walked toward my direction. so beautiful i thought she had to be escorted
This is my chance i said
But no luck, she tugged on to the silly guy instead
Now the silly look on my face had to be smothered
I watched them as they walked hand in hand. My head again lowered
Then i watched them as they departed
She left me. She left me brokenhearted