I'll always search for an escape route of my idiotic ruins in your cuddles, I'll always search for an escape route of my idiotic ruins in your cuddles,

Oh my son, my shining star.. You are my love, my life so far. Oh my son, my shining star.. You are my love, my life so far.

Relishing the cuddles of winter... Relishing the cuddles of winter...

Thinking about you, makes me feel crazy, Being on your arms, make me go mad, Thinking about you, makes me feel crazy, Being on your arms, make me go mad,

Why can't he read what I read Why can't he love how I love Why doesn't he want me by Why can't he read what I read Why can't he love how I love Why doesn't he ...

The poem shows how he is being treated in the mornings. The poem shows how he is being treated in the mornings.