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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 poet dies,

hear his cries.

And I dedicate

my roses to no one.

Because there is no mind

to help me to see.

The reason we need,

a light for the lonesome.

And no none 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.

Now watch how a poet flies,

see me rise.

And I dedicate

my roses to no one.

Because there is no mind

to help me to see.

The reason we need,

a light for the lonesome.

And no none to drink

the blood that I bleed.