I wanted you to be the soft twilight Or may be the soothing rays of dawn. But you burned my soul Like the midsummer scorching sun. I wanted you to be the zephyr of spring When the bluebirds start singing. But you electrocuted me Like a white lightning. I wanted you to flow like a rivulet Where I can enjoy the white stream. But you washed me away Like a Nile's bad dream. I wanted you to be my Bloody Mary Which will make me sing. But you knocked me out Like a cocktail of whiskey and gin.