I'm feeling this time as bad as never before A bleeding wag is fading away Once you needed me for spending delight Below the 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, feel his cries
And I dedicate my roses to noone Cause there is no mind to help me to see A reason we need, a light for the lonesome And noone to drink the blood that I bleed
The poet in my own wasn't given some Chances and from that moment on I lived apart, and I realized that I am my Best friend and not those parasites
That 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