Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read
CUCKOO
You’re my muse
You’re my sunshine
You’re my compass
You're my love
But this fog of expectation keeps blinding my eyes
Is this real?
Was it even ever real?
I don’t know anymore
I’m begging the blue moon for clarity
Is it love or is it pity?
If you aren’t what I think you are
Prove it then
Prove to me why should I believe in you
Why should I be with you
‘Cause I’m going cuckoo here
I’m paralyzed
Don’t know where to go
Tell me where Should I be going
So I can open the right door
Oo I’m going cuckoo
Cuckoo
Like a wingless bird
Free-fallin’ to the ground
Cuckoo
