My ; Good self

Solum, a word usually I choose

Wondering what I want to

Thinking back when I had you at loose

Oh my good old self where you want to

Cold as ventum, hot as a volcano

I went there with no one at sight

When reached the destiny

Putaverantly I didn't had a clue

There I met you

Thinking of my own self

I chose to be with you

Oh my good old self this is where you want to

Now, I had you at my sight

I can do what I want to

This, what I might say when I have you

Oh my good old self this is where you want to

Now when the time comes to say vale

My good old self is making a list

For me to, let it prevail

It's time to say hello to you, my good old self