Wrong Direction

This is not a message of destruction, From my heart I still receive instructions, I am a man who disregard general instructions, We all need someone anyone to give our attention to, I hide behind my looks as a form of protection. May I stop rhyming and whining, I give to you, by this, an honor Your Highness, I saw so much of you, even when dehydrated you gave out tears, By them my heart was of a soldier in to spears. You see all I need to glitter, in a world that only triumph, Its hard to find a living when all you have is a doubt, Hard to find an answer when the question won't come out, Your only considered mature when you know what love is about, Farewell to you, a she who scares away the dark, Be strong woman, one day in love you'll get stuck.