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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 a poet dies,

hear a poets cries.

And I dedicate

my roses to no one.

Because 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.

Holding my own,

was not given some chances.

From that moment on

I lived apart.

And I realized that

I am my best friend,

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 like a poet flies,

watch him rise.

And I dedicate

my roses to no one.

Because 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.