You are envying for me,
I’m feeling so delighted to behold.
As I expected this to never discontinue,
I ain’t a new paradise or heavenly view.
Every deserted space would ask me for you,
No intemperance would bring me back to you.
Like all the butterflies I’ll be gone flying,
In the sky, where my deity tells an untruth.
You will be you no more,
And that will be a conquest for my busted heart.
I will be gone, and you’ll be you no more.