When i grow up

When I grow up,
I want to be a flan.

A cake.
One made of Apricots and Strawberries, chocolate coating and sweet icing,
With Vanilla lacing and whipped-cream topping,
Dotted with specks of walnuts and coffee bean,
Sprinkle those Cookie crumbles right on me...
A child's sweet, sweet dream.

Let me stand by the window aisle, see u passing in and out.
Nv to speak as fate should be, listening to every heartbeat.
Buy me back and eat me out,
Whenever sadness got there and about.
Buy me back and hit the stand,
Attend a wedding grand.

It's u, tht's all matters,
The tyrant throughout.
U stole my spongecake and left blueberry jam behind,
U took all tht's left of the peaches and I'm now just a shell.
U brought me cherries, only to leave me a stalk.
A barren sign, of fruitless divine.

Oh right tyrant,
Leave those notes behind.