To You.

You’re so cold,
It cuts like ice.
I sell my soul,
For a petty price.
Try my best,
To make u see,
That I could be,
The one to set you free.
Im the fresh air,
You need to breathe.
But it’s sad,
Cos you cannot feel,
You’r already dead,
And comfortably asleep.
My fate, it seems,
Is already sealed.
A mirage,an illusion,
That's what it is.

Wake up, honey!
Before it’s too late.
Or you’ll be too lonely,
It’s an endless wait.
The sky calls now,
We need to fly.
Hear now,
Hear for sure,
The rain, my dear,
Is no longer gonna pour,
Im Sunshine here…
Knocking at your door.