I shall not be your lucky star,
but, please, don't rather take it gain.
I'll swear to god, I'd ought be sane.
And you ought live as thought you are.
You shall not be my Christ The Fate
and kiss my fingers to good night.
But yet it's still will be our fight.
And still I'll wait you to my gates.
I shall not live in your sweet dreams,
and if i shall, that's fairytailes.
I tried once, but it was my fail -
you won it, like you'd always win.