I’m not shining to anyway
I got cut but I won’t say where
To keep you safe
I’m not just singing
Waves, are they kept like some secrets
Cascading you rather to a, concussion
A French-man, padding my Uncle’s hair
Got a one slap
I’m not just singing, oh, eternally
Your gyrating, from me
Did I wasted it, a fickle
My only beautiful, is a burnt struck of a match
How do I need you