She’ll treat you like a bag full of candy,
in the corner of the kitchen,
raided and abandoned,
like gold at her moments,
like lead at the moments you’re not handy.
She’ll leave you like a pet,
in the morning of her holliday,
tied up around a tree,
in anticipation of your destiny,
not even worth to place a bet.
Faith seems to be clear,
but then she twists her mind.
You can come back to home again,
not knowing for how long.
This one thing in the rear.
You just can’t forget.
No matter what you try,
it always stays ahead.
It almost makes you cry,
that voice inside your head.
You seem to be what you suspect,
and always keep on giving,
never get the chance to get some back,
but always keep forgiving.
Because she is so perfect.