When I saw everybody playing with emotions, I changed.
I was the one getting hurt, turning my emotions off I isolated myself
I wanted to be healed before hurting myself.
I knew that my grassland would be vacant soon,
in the myth of love, the greenery would be gone.
So I switched myself off, went for the vicious soul,
a teardrop from their eyes I saw
would burn my heart with every drop.
Stood stronger than the trees,
I wanted to be free!
I chose myself over the world,
thinking this is called victory.
I changed for the better I believe,
preferred to be the thorn in the yard
where petals were laying down, admiring every tree.