You are a leaf
in the food,
It's been cut into pieces.
A card in the closet,
You are alone,
lonely.
I am alone,
lonely.
I am the writer of happiness,
The king of sadness.
You are the beer glass of the bar,
And the soap of the nose.
The black stone of the Muslims,
Is being kissed with a smile.
You are alone,
lonely.
I am alone,
lonely.
I
am the writer of happiness, The king
of sadness.
You are alone, lonely.
I am alone,
lonely.
I am the writer of happiness,
The king of sadness.