You feel like fresh drags of cigarettes on a stressfull day
Like a light of hope that sparks through the lit candle
Smelling so pure, so real
Bringing in slight scent to the room where I keep my conceal.
Although to me you seem like you could be
The breath of fresh air after a long sleep,
I must admit I thought of you true,
Only the light that never gets through.
Not cause its low, or not cause its pale,
But because my room is no avail.
Not due to you, but yes due to me
And the precise idea that I can’t be.
I try and I try, but can’t seem to reach
the unexplainable point of that speech.
So as much as I wish to, I can’t ask for more
Cause I can’t be the girl you wish to adore.
