I know it's late but girl I am focussed
With the pain that knots my heart
The agony that vision is blinded by illusions
With the look of feline imaginations haunting you
That you still won't believe in this love
While I told you before all roads to you
While I told you I won't go but come to you
Why is it that you don't believe in truth?
Do you think I'm capable of kicking you out?
My pen cries ink with the same agony
It isn't right with this much...