I'm feeling this time as bad as never before A bleeding wag is fading away Once you needed me For spending delight But below this funny mask There's a crying face
The way that I smile is the way that I cry But you'll never realize My reputation is the one of a fool Now watch like a poet dies Hear his cries
And I dedicate my roses to no one 'Cause there is no mind to help me to see A reason we need A light for the lonesome And no one to drink the blood that I bleed
The poet inside wasn't given a chance so we have to live apart and I realized,my best friend am I,and not those parasites who try to stare into my heart
The way that I feel is the way that I heal My body and soul and my life And I know you just think I'm a fool
