Just a junction of the heart
A small part of the reason
One more step to a stunning start,
An atomic chat with no reaction
I was confused to vote
For a stolen note,
A non chosen destination
I had to learn to shut the mode
To leave the throne
The simplest solution
I am made of fighting souls
That need to mould, I’m not so cold
I’m not selfish or immature
Just need to be sure but I know the labour
I was confused to vote
For a stolen note
A non chosen destination
I had to learn to shut the mode
To leave the throne
The simplest solution