I don't understand me anymore,
Why I'm trying to make amends with the crimes I didn't commit ;
Why I'm giving free passes to people
Whose love for me wilt as soon as my beauty died;
Why I'm giving chances to silence and brooding omnipotent presence of ghosts
When I know very well,
the chariots and the choicest queen, never delight my royal eye;
When I know sorrow masked by affection always end up clamping my heart ;
bound by my nature,
Easily beguile by heathenism and it's false hope,
readily abducted by slight affection,
That, one day, I will seize the potion of love.
even though I'm cold, aloof, a walking disaster,
I'm ready to digest poison in guise of love
"You don't die out of love,
You die because of unplanned detour taken by love."