You Make Things Thats Made Poem by Not A Dream Choice

Well, you make things that’s made
Nobody and thee, nothing more to leave
You took it all off me
Nothing more to leave

Please, give me a mist
There’s nothing more to see
Your life is a way for me to leave
Your life is a way for me to leave

I see you and I will see you again
Coming home late, I coming home late
To not offer the offer itself
Yours, yours

There’s no roses left…in the kingdom of might
There’s no roses left…in the kingdom of might
You took it all off me
Nothing more to leave