They say I am the sweetest thing, and yet i try to warn
Protect them from a broken heart so their heart will not yearn
Need for what they cannot have
Or even worse have never again
It seems as if I give my love
They give all in return
Only find the aesthetic view that turns to ash and wastes away
I cry and say I told you so, but are this really tears
They only hide a secret smile that longs to linger on my face

Any regrets? yes maybe one
But then I think again
The only reason it caused regret was the karma I faced
But no one can say that I did not try to warn
Protect from desirable lips, a carnal smile, a soft voice that makes salutes
Smooth brown skin and curves perfected by the artist himself
Manipulation my middle name, yet not one seems to take heed.