Sweet Annie

I’ve tried to think that she’s the devil,

Who sucked the blood out of my veins,

But now I realize that I’m the only evil,

Which tried to put myself in chains

 

Of hate or whatever rubbish words,

That I can refresh in my memory,

But the truth is, she was not the worst,

She was, no-no…she IS the best for me

 

And even now it hasn’t a bit changed,

Only the status, maybe…yeah, it did,

So what? Should I call for revenge

Or better, plant the “future seed”

 

Which’ll be the end of our likely life

And the beginning of a real one,

Where I am not a husband, she is not a wife,

But she’s my family and I’m the one

 

Who holds it and provides with love,

But not the kind of love that we both had…

And actually, I do not mean to curve,

But there is STILL a place for baked bread.

 

Life’s got a box with everything one wants;

You haven’t got a chance to seize too many,

But all I know is that no matter any costs,

I WILL get all I need for my sweet Annie.