Its whatever
Its whatever
Little darling
You can come in
You can come inside my garden
Take your time
Take all day
Take what's yours
I will wait
Its okay
Its okay
Acacia
Its okay
Its okay
Acacia
Though your thorns stick out,
And I may be hurt for a minute, still never doubt that
You are perfect
You deserve it
Like a nuisance
But never a burden
Like its all new
Like its all you
Got a new scent
Flowers now bloom
Off your tree
Forbidden fruits too
Can I get a piece?
If its not from you
Then nobody will do
And
You keep making music
While wind is blowing through your leaves
Acacia
Occasionally
You see right through me
Poking my skin right now
Hoping my blood come out
Acacia
Occasionally
You see right through me
Poking my skin right now
Hoping my blood come out