Everytime I see the day break,
This I always say to ease myself,
You are special and sweeter than cake,
Even if you're made inferior as an elf,
But this I don't see working,
Each time I break and feel nothing.

I once told this to me,
If those hurt come back to hunt,
I'll say no to all its unease,
But I guess I've already got burnt,
Cause with open arms I've accepted it back,
Now trying my best to make it pack.

The hurt, came back, with...