The world is a scary place for us all.
Wonder if we we’re made for each other.
We all think sometime we suppose shall fall.
Do I need to find pity at my mother?

 

I give it time to let it go away.
In morning time the lions woke us up.
Sometimes this can hurt like a pepper spray.
This reminds me of the place I grew up.

 

The lover is a monster in a disguise,
and also the creature you crave the most.
The world you shall look at kind with your eyes.
For all you know, to others you’re the host.

 

In a short, short while you will find a trace,
you’re already staring you fears in the face.