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 how a poet dies, hear a poets 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 inside wasn't given a chance

So he had 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

New watch like a poet flies, see him rise



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.








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