“They envy the charm I never sought... Wishing for the love that I never wanted to get caught... Love that twirled around me, for which I didn’t fought...”
“They desire to be admired, and there’s no fault, in their wish... Yet every soul... Is fated with its role... Destined to a goal... None can steal another’s bliss... Though they wish...”
“They implore and ignore me, venturing to make me feel pity... And small... But you can’t claim what isn’t yours, no matter how pretty... Or strong... For me you’re just a nitty...”
“They don’t see the battle I’ve lost in love’s cruel game... Tried and broke myself, I carry this charm with an anchor of pain... In love’s cruel game...”
“They don’t know the tormented misery this charm attracts for me, a love I never craved, many palms have reached, waved, paving paths for me which I never chased...”
“You mock and laugh, like a nitty-pity laughing out loud... Masking your own envy, a jester in the crowd... Trying to make me the jest... In the end, you wish... The bliss... Of my charm, that impressed you though, it brings harm...”