The way she moves makes me ecstatic
The way she grooves makes me look antic
Whenever she smiles I lose my mind
The way she dies a bit everyday is one of its kind
The way she tries to hide her cracks
The way she falls only to bounce back
Whenever she cries I lose my mind
The way she dies a bit everyday is one of its kind
The way she fumbles on her dreams
The way she struggles to avoid being mean
Whenever she fears I lose my mind
The way she dies a bit everyday is one of its kind
One day I want her to know
That I am hers and nothing matters no more
One day I want her to know
That the way she dies a bit everyday is my only sorrow!