Would a smile full of air
Be fair,
To the ones who had been there,
On the Ferris with you?
However,
Is Life fair?
What is Fairness?
What should I do?
I am out of air.
Oh Sweety.
What position have you put me in.?
What shall I do?
I know.
I am done with you.
Would a face, full of paste,
Make you a dish,
To the one you try to allure,
Full of haste?
Has it come to this?
What is this?
What have you become?
I cannot anymore.
I am so done.
