(Based on the song Budapest by George Ezra)
I think I can die for you, but I’d just die anyway!
I thought so much of life, and it is still rife
with the death of belonging to you. O my castles!
My treasure chest in Budapest! Can’t be my nest!
How do I know what is best, with you? I never died of hungry
But should I make a change and tear up my dungarees!
How I died all the time for you?! Do you think it’s a blessing
or a curse to have my enemies singing the lark?
My ark was always sinking; so much for my thinking:
It’s all going to be okay! A birthday wish can’t make me rich
And life’s been no holiday; even if I wished my sorrow away!
I just want to tune into nothingness, like it was the safest haven
I’d roamed so many taverns, like I only had a cavern!
Do you see I’ll lose my paradise for you, haven’t got a clue?
I only get missives in my desert for all the oases I created (for others)
What is patience, for what did I awaited?
I have no splotchy underworld in my underbelly; I’m just tired of all this helly!
Do you want me to lose it all; I thought I was Lord Ram
Just what about my hurting arm, if I lose it all for you?!
All the kingdoms and subjects I swore by (Was it all a lie?)
Do you think I can eternally groove; how long am I going to have to prove?
Each salient lifetime never in the news for all my sacrificial muse!
Do you choose, that I, everything I posses, should lose!
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