Boys and girls,
Our gender meant our separation.
..As a girl,
I know, real well, how does it felt to be told different than boys.

Yes, yes. Boys are like the deserts.
While girls, are the icicles..
Two different things lined up together,
It's obviously no match,
But somehow we hang out together.

Boys seems to need girls,
To cool their head off while their high in temper.
Somehow I bet they're wondering how could we stand them,
But hey, life's filled with misery, don't you think?

Girls, on the other hand, always need boys to melt them down.
Yes, with all those sweet flirty words,
They tend to melt us down,
ALthough we tried not to melt down,
They always seems to know the perfect time to whisper those words.

Being either one,
Always bring a luck and sucks to life.
Lucky part for being a girl is,
Ladies first, like they always said.
But somehow it doesn't flatter me~

Yes, I know,
Being either one, just bring confusion to life.
Lucky part for being a boy is,
Simply having more strength and voice obviously.

As a girl,
I don't like it when the boys keep opposing us.
..Not that I hold a grudge against them or what,
Yet they always seems..so..annoying when it comes to who's better at anything.
Like I said, icicle and desert don't match, sometimes.

As a boy,
They won't like it when girls says they're better than them at something.
They have high hopes poured all over them,
Then, when they fall down,
When the high hopes dropped down,
When they could not achieve their goal,
I bet they'll sink and cry inside their heart.
And boys..shouldn't cry, or they'll be called a girl instead, they say.

But both..shall have the same feeling,
Same emotion.
..'Cause both icicle and desert, exist in one world.
So even though they don't exist in the same biome,
Same classification on how they handle things,
Either cooling people off, or melting down,
We're all..the same.

We doubt God...I bet.
..At least once, when you fall down,
When your wings are broken,
You felt hopeless, depressed, asphyxiated...
..You wished for answers, while questions kept coming back to your mind..

We both live..and of course die.
One come, and one gone..
It's just part of the reality in this life..