You know,
That day I bought a Gift for you
It wasn't something so fancy,
Not even so glossy.
But there was a great resemblance,
The gift was like me:
Pale, shoddy and worn-out.

I don't know why I'm telling this.
This gift will never be sent,
Such feelings will never be given vent.
I just sometimes become bit rebellious,
Although I pretend it's ludicrous.
Don't worry, forget this, let's smile
I was just missing me for a while.