COME A DAY

I wish I can sing for you to hear

What hurts is my voice not being clear

Voicebox is trembling in fear

Only a cry can come across your ear

Something called love never friendly

I swear to my dead body

Never trust a heart that comes with a sorry

Better be burn by coffee

They will come and leave you shoddy

Know they are deadly

Eyes are swollen from the cry

Heart is tied from trys

Mouth now being dry

Questions in mind, why?

Yet, this are my last words for you

Maybe what I offered is done you have to go

Or your grand plan was to create a show

Leaving me dying over the snow

Come a day you will remember me though

And there you will know life got its own flu