By my best Friend in English

When i feel the need,
When desires turn to greed
When the dreamz cum in open eyes,
I feel Your breeze as relieving sighs
I question when the harrowing chapter will end
I notice on my forehead veins distend
I enjoy the pain like a masochist
b'coz i know theres always wid me a callused hand
I find solace in the thought
That you are always there to share my loss
And then a credence splurged in my heart
That the victory will be mine with no flaws.