NAA SHIKA

Some times, people makes you feel like the world is

Some kind of hell you've wished you wouldn't have come into

If being my own friend and playmate will solve it

I will, to my own fellowship, but man can't survive alone

Blowing the dirt from ones eye, stitched the two Deers together

But not because they treasure friendship so much

Sometimes, people makes you feel like you always think about yourself

But no, it's because you don't want to break the barrier of hurting their feelings

And causing pain of your doings which they don't like

Am not perfect, I might hurt you one way or the other

Yours won't hurt me but mine will hurt you

If my doings will hurt you, then part me not from my own self

It's high time to take measures

You should have taken the time to know who I am

And know how I play before calling me a friend

How easily have you forgotten we are both different people

Both are not the same, and coming together is to bury our differences

I can minimize my style towards you, but because you are not my priority

I can't please you. Sorry I can't change but will rather seek myself my own friend

To save the world from having pre-matured enemy