This very morning, this very morning
I was in such a perfect illusion of mine,
That it felt like I’m going
To receive a bullet from my Valentine.
But then nothing happened, oh, just nothing happened
I’m consumed by gloom
Why would it affected, why would it affected
Such a perfect noon?
As I’m moving forward with my thoughts’ proceedings
I feel like a fool
With my brain cage-thrashing, just like caged bird trashing
My still heart stays cool.