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
Now watch how a poet flies,
See him rise...
