I wouldn’t want to be like you.
The too aspiring “number two”.
The proxy who was made to fall.
The dummy I should not care for.
You took the time of my dear one
As if you have taken the sun
You gently snatched the air I breathe
On a spur of moment left me weak
I felt like I was underneath
The world of falseness and deceit
You can’t love her the way I do
And so I guess, I’ll laugh at you
For one day soon she will return
In my longing arms, her first true home.
I wouldn’t mind how long I’ll wait
In God’s sharp plan lies my strong faith
I know the things to come are great
No to never, better late.
My better-half is my heartbeat
My one and only precious sweet
You’ll soon think of one certain fact
I have so much you plainly lack.
