There goes one of the reasons,
That I don't notice the changes in seasons,
Everytime am held around,
Here comes one of the reasons,
I'd lock myself in prison,
Only if your heart was the cell,
So many Angels and Legions,
But we're a pair to stay,
For seconds and hours,so many days,
In happiness and quarrels,
I'd change my eye lenses,just to be short sighted,
To see only you,just a centimeter from me,
You know for you am autophobic,
So many beings but this one...
Leaving your sight feels like treason,
Am here for us to be here,