When God created man, he did so by creating Adam in his own image

How could the devil sway Adam and Eve if they were created from God’s own visage?

Is it sin if our creator could fall for the same blasphemous deeds?

Ask yourself if every flower blooms as pretty because they come from the same seeds

Throughout my life as a hopeless romantic I’ve seen the many ways of affection

And here I realize that when I see those many cliché ways, I end up in perplexion.

Because each time I give my heart to those I care for, I think I do something in an “unique” way

Only for me to realize I’ve been doing and romanticizing the cliché

Drinks, drinks and more drinks down my throat
To feel some sort of nausea like I’ve been rocking on a boat
Just for the moment of absolute alcoholic rejoice
To dance, jump and yell out every bit of your voice
To be like some sort of euphoric paradise
The pain of it faded away is for later to realize

Imagine a future which feels like it’s written down ahead of time
An experience that’s without the price of coin or dime
To live through true joy that takes your breathe away
Satisfied on a storming winter or that one summer’s day
To fall asleep with your eyes locked together and to wake up to the same
Discussing where you’ll live and thinking of your child’s name
To imagine seeing you walk down the isle in gowns and me in a suit
I am sorry and will never forget you, my Dragon’s Fruit

When dinner is ready I can hear him walking
If I get a plate he’ll come after me, stalking
Enters the room, then stares and sniffs
Bit on some clothing he knows isn’t his
But still I will miss you when I get home
Or if you’ve been good boy, there won’t be a bone
Cause the room will be empty just like your dog bed
And I hope that you know that you were the best pet

You know that I do got that depression
You Did not give reason, I accept your concession
And let me be clear I did learn my lesson
But it’s like I’m the only one who’s confessing
We all made mistakes but you said it’s alright
But then you start yet another fight
Just cause you’re crying does not mean you’re right
And I’m still a human who cries when it’s night

Decisions are like leaves of a tree
Some are good and others bother me
They are fed by the rains of emotion
And the winds of relations but them in motion
After a little, a couple will fall
But even after a while, a few remain of the all
The winds of relation might blow them away
None of those good or bad leaves will stay
But then again, they might regrow
How many good or bad, you will never know.