if you warm me up,
i would eat all vegetables in the world and raise my voice.
not that our neighbours love me for the latter, but that's fun.
the least you can do before the border of pain is making me silent.
probably i would never be able to make you cos me a higher cruelty
except for that i am always tending to bleed out no matter what
there were times i never believed,
that tenderness beats cruelty. tis right.
a new era turned to this side since then.
the times when i miss that come, though.
but for that i have certain special people.
they won't question why it's just like this