When i was a little one,
'n i wouldn't get what i desired,
i would have a moist cheek,
'n my eyes would taste like the sea
Then seeing the sad sea ,
you'd console me with the object of adore,
i would be all but happy,
i would yell that i didn't need it anymore...
As time swept the child within,
Corroded the flake of innocence thin,
A soul full of emotions,
Molded and changed that object of desire
Caught with melancholy and ire,
i could not smile at the impotence of love,
Resolve had deserted me on my own,
To rue the days when i could yell 'n shed a tear...
'n i wouldn't get what i desired,
i would have a moist cheek,
'n my eyes would taste like the sea
Then seeing the sad sea ,
you'd console me with the object of adore,
i would be all but happy,
i would yell that i didn't need it anymore...
As time swept the child within,
Corroded the flake of innocence thin,
A soul full of emotions,
Molded and changed that object of desire
Caught with melancholy and ire,
i could not smile at the impotence of love,
Resolve had deserted me on my own,
To rue the days when i could yell 'n shed a tear...