if you're curious of how to make me smile
just laugh at my trolls, and flirt me with your eyes
by the time I feel like we've made it, I'll tell you my few secrets
all I want is to get your mind lit, for I know damn well the feeling of a two-bit

a complicated state of mind, we all love throwing hints, not so much of gaining hits
i'm playful doesn't mean you should kid
a large part of me is impulse, another word for childish
it's my forehead writing 'wishful, hateful and full of prejudice'
playing a careless me, a mask to put on 'cause it's so hard to let go
constant headaches of making mistakes, yet, I'll keep starring my own show
because it's better to keep myself in mold, when my ebullient heart explode every time you get more close