What I want right know is a bag full of chocolates,

For I to eat, For I to enjoy

First in this world, and to the Heaven's Gates

Let Angels have a taste of my Chocolate Cake



Where will I find my Red Cherries?

In the Ocean of death or the Sea of life,

Who will even hear, all my Lost Stories?

Lets cut the cherries with my old knife.



My life is like a Shakespeare's Tragedy,

For I to forget, For I to cry,

Living in town, or in city,

Like Hamlet, Juliet even I try



Hence, I forgot my Chocolate Cake,

For which even the gods have to wait,

Dear god of love hear my prayers everyday,

It is a sin for a rightful way.



I am a slave of my sins to come,

Hear my grievances, O dear one.

Let me have my last Taste,

Because I can't live without my Chocolate Cake.