So much better when it dissolves Solve the riddle , take your busy working shoes off! Write a letter not intended to sound even the slightest of suicidal But a word of thought is result of expression released I call that the rival , nonchalantly But you cut me cut me off You don’t know. I do it for you . Don’t ya know I do adore you give to you the very coat Off my small, short ,warm shoulders, quite the fittin sort of cloak not to snug , I assure You ! Yet, you don’t -acknowledge the purest from of love , saturated, tears No tricks down the fabric’s gimp.