You were asking me to lead
Someone at my level I match wits
And I doubt — it was peculiar
That yought suitor eminently decodes a liar
’Cause there is no amount of time to tell
What makes it desperately disparate?
***** hush-hush, lad has no regret
Such insult to the phantom you won’t get.

Just to feel the freedom — I must exist
When everyone's deeply in love
While I’m deeply indifferent
Perhaps, I abated my level
Through the braids of disenchantment
To the slave of obscurity
Finally... the lingering sparks flew away
And now you are asking me to leave.