Down

my god, what kind of person i AM?
what kind of heart i possess?
How dare? How cold-hearted u did this without a tiny bit of regretion?

U're entertained ure cherished,
Yet u put it away like a painting.
Even if u make it survive,
Its without ur love.

Its a widowed item, hoping for the one to come,
She's always been a hopeful soul, it's you IT'S YOU you make it down.

Oh why can u stay like that,
Let it hunger let it sad,
one day when the art is gone,
your happiness will never born.