I'd trade my soul in this dark hour 

with the grace and beauty of a flower 

so I could charm 

you with my colors and my form. 

Because there's no harm 

in my intentions, 

you may think I'm a tranquil 

guy but that's just the calm before the storm. 

Because I see evil 

in some reactions 

I run to bury my fears, 

but then hide in the same hole to shed my tears.

Because of all the things I left undone

I'm still not sure what I became.

I know my life will never be the same

but I still want you to come.

Because my heart ain't made of hay

It still beats for that one day

when life will sway 

back my way.

One where I will find my shelter 

in your arms or in your hips, 

in your words and in your lips, 
and that day I will not falter.