You think that I’m a Sunflower
That I’ll follow the Sun all blind
Your pretty advices would work, you think.
“Do this, and everything will be fine”
Sad, you don’t understand how it works
Sad, you believe your words can be my guide.
Sad, you never tried hearing me out instead
Sad, you didn’t know how to sympathize.
You cannot change the fate,
You should have known.
That I’m not a Sunflower, in any kind.
Your pretty talks can’t make me bloom,
You should’ve known.
Not even that warm Sun in the sky.
Cause I’m more of a Comet my love!
And when a Comet comes close to the Sun,
You should have known
Little by little it dies.