This soul was pure from the beginning.
Why wouldn’t I be obsessed with myself?
When the oceans were that deep
when your eyes haven’t seen what love can feel to a human being.
I was real and bizarre at the same time.
Why wouldn’t I be obsessed when I am one of a kind?
These hazel eyes you see have sobbed and screamed at nights
when everyone was slumbering.
Wiping them off, stood up again and started running.
I was a warrior from the day I was born,
why wouldn’t I be in love with myself with all that I’ve got?