A picturesque scene we could watch for hours.
I cook a three-course meal as a surprise.
The table is set with wine and flowers,
But made of napkins of which never dies.
I would do everything for your comfort.
You tell me that I am a nice person
Because I never want to see you hurt,
But now your iron chains and locks fasten.
It really does not matter what I do.
I could be nice and we could have a blast,
But I know nice guys always finish last.
You won't admit it, but you know it's true.
Flowers, poems, dinners won't make you fall
Because you keep hiding behind that wall.