I am a giver, I never asked for love to come back to me,
Even when I realised it ain’t that hard to give.
I do my chores, sit on the floor
To welcome them in a place they feel at home.
That’s my body, isn’t no flesh,
I try to put my emotions over everyone else.
I realise every day and back, I am a giver,
I share myself with everyone,
I never asked love to come back.
And here we are with other people’s in my backyard,
Should I scream or yell or be the giver of my throne.
Even when I bestow my crown
to somebody when they yearn for,
I’ll be satisfied with the quirk I did.
As I am a giver, I don’t expect things to go my way,
I only wish to give as I have no love lacking in my essence.
The way they leave me, they feel guilty,
Of leaving me behind like a history.
I won’t give it to them, doesn’t mean I am lacking it,
I have a bucket full of heart coated with whipped cream.