I lost my Mojo trying to follow you
I am in obsolete forgotten by your scent
i am a flower surrounded by thorns
can grow or breath if you don't acknowledges me.
Don't wanna be the dark side of the moon
or the wither spring on heavy soil.
Don't wanna condemn my soul
in loving you .
I just wanna be the first ray of your spring
your autumn moon on the darkest day.