YOU WILL GET WHAT YOU WANT

You use "I love you" as an excuse And there I am, a fool who can't refuse It's always the heart that is kind but fool That's why I keep becoming their tools It's always the brain that is cruel but smart That's why they keep becoming my arts If you don't want to see a withered rose Then, you better do what it is supposed If you really love me, prove it It's up to you on how to make me believe it You must make me feel my heart beat You must make me feel I'm touching the grass with my feet Make sure to freeze the time And make me, your "mine" © Domar Esmabe