You, you little thing,

How can you get stuck on me,

you, trouble maker, dealer, rule breaker,

When I say you should you run.

Keep only knowing to show it in two ways,

getting them aligned to be the same.

See, I m not the girl now searching for a friend,

As I had many and left them crying in my way.

Guess it wasn’t for me, loosing the beat with you all.

You can live by three words, as this way you’re living is not even close to life,

Saying it all again is no hurt, you’re not the one who gets to pay,

But I guess after I pushed it ‘till it ended you saw for me it’s easier to break it.

You don’t want to get to me,

Or you’ll have to see my face, the real me.

Haven’t they told you that in our country,

We people are living so good just drying out your heartbeats?

Drowned heartbeats, fallen for your beats.

Haven’t you heard?

“They’ll play with the heartbeats”

Haven’t they said,

We people all live dangerously.

Then, won’t you go that way,

It’s how I say,

That’s how I play,

I’m keeping you away,

From the danger coming this way.

When looking breathlessly, you’ll know that we drank the inside of your being.

Turn to me, sure you can see how desperately I’m being.