I'm so rich, in love, that I'm dancing, in the air.
And if it were, money, I'd be a millionaire.
How can, something, so wrong, feel so right?
This feeling, that haunts me, by day, and by night.
I only started to live, the day, you came along.
I awoke, form the corner, and I stood up, so strong.
I couldn't fly, my wings, were so broken.
Never a nice word, to me, had been spoken.