Imagine a life with complete disorder:
This song without a melody; a petaless flower.
A sky diseased of black space without a single star.
The wingless angel for nowhere to fly so far.
A life without her. It's incomplete.
The life without you has been diseased.
I'm sick until I've heard your voice.
The sound of an angel makes life poise.
The angel takes away all disorder.
We are but one, perfect we are together.
A healthy dark sky, the stars spelt out your name.
A life without her; a rainbow colored in grey.
I'd hurt myself for hurting you.
My heart is torn if yours is too.
I'd hate myself for hating you.
My heart is broke if yours is too.
An incomplete world without her.
It comes to complete the perfect disaster.
